Reply #21: Having the ever-living shit beat out of them

[theboss]

My grandma still tells the story of three brothers who used to gang up on my Dad in Junior High. (This was back when teenagers could actually have fights in which people didn't die). My dad was a pretty good athlete and could hold his own in a fight, but couldn't handle the three-on-one.

So one day, the three of them caught him in the alley behind his house. They didn't know she was watching. She walked outside and told everyone to freeze or she would call the police. Then she gave them the choice of fighting my dad one-on-one while the other two watched or facing the cops. They took the one-on-one fights. My dad whipped the first two, before the third promised to quit.

And that was that.