I'm 5' 7" tall and weigh 140 pounds -- after a big meal. I'm in reasonably good shape and talk a good game. I've been in one fight in my life. It was back in Ontario so it must have been third or fourth grade. The biggest kid in my class (I'll just refer to him by his initials -- T.H.) just kept on annoying me. T.H. was the giant of my class. In those days, he seemed to tower at least one foot over all the rest of us. Plus, he was a ginger. Of course, we didn't call them "gingers" back then. I just know that he was a really big, goofy-looking, red-headed kid. And, he just rubbed me the wrong way.
Out on the playground one day, I finally had enough of T.H. I can't even remember what he was doing that pushed me over the edge. I think he just wouldn't shut up. Thinking back, he was probably making fun of my teeth. Finally, I couldn't take it anymore. I decided to take a swing at him.
The whole fight lasted all of one punch. Luckily, I was the one who threw it. I actually had to jump just a little to make sure I got high enough to hit T.H. in the face. The jump worked and I connected pretty well. T.H. gave me a shocked look, put a hand up to his nose, and then pulled it away to look at his fingers. When he saw the blood, he just turned and walked away. Smart boy.
I never heard anything from anyone about my little playground encounter with T.H. He never tried to get back at me, no teacher said anything, and there was no phone call from an angry parent. T.H. just let it go. I think I know why -- a bunch of other kids had seen our fight. They knew that little Mike had taken a swing at the big kid and the big kid had walked away,beaten. Even though he was only 9 or 10 years old, T.H. knew that there was no sense making a stink over his ill-fated fight with the little guy. He'd lost, after all.
That brings me to Justin Bieber. According to the Google search I just conducted, little Justin is 5'7" and weighs 125 pounds. That's even smaller than me! This past weekend, while out and about without his bodyguards, Justin had a little dust-up with a photographer. Apparently, Justin got the better of the other guy. Wonders never cease, right?
Unfortunately for Justin, the photographer decided to take this episode to the police. Now, if you got in a dust-up with Justin Bieber and he got the best of you, would you even admit it? Or, would you just try to forget it ever happened? I know what I would do. I understand that Justin Bieber has money and that there may be some possibility of a settlement. But, come on -- it's Justin Bieber. Enough said.