Honestly, I don’t have the slightest clue what’s going on here.
We have a barefoot grandpa that looks like he just walked his drunk ass out of a Jimmy Buffett concert and some drunk neo-Nazi ass looking dude with no shirt on.
And they’re both about to chuck knucks on the streets of East Atlanta.
Why? Once again, I have not idea. However, some of the comments said that grandpa here is a bar owner in the neighborhood… so there’s that.
But this clearly isn’t grandpas first rodeo because he gives a quick little dipsy doodle, a little shake and bake, then BOOM… hits him with the forearm shiver and it’s goodnight Jim Kyte.
I mean, the guy doesn’t even have shoes on, but the his lunchbox fists and that Hawaiian shirt make short work of this dude.
But if the KO wasn’t bad enough, grandpa dances on his metaphorical grave with the most savage slow count in human history. The crowd behind him going wild… just a glorious scene. My only regret is that gramps is a one-hitter quitter… would’ve loved to see him rearrange this dude’s face for a round or two.
At the end of the day, you gotta know that this old dude has seen some shit and done some shit to even want to fight you in the first place. Sure, he may be past his prime, but he probably killed a man in ‘Nam… do you think he’s afraid of you?
Morale of the story… if you’re on the streets of East Atlanta and a barefoot old man in a Hawaiian shirt says he’ll kick your ass…. he’ll kick your ass.
Big Country Boy Puts Some Poor Soul Through A Window In Crazy Syracuse Bar Fight
This one lasted a little longer, but the shame was on par with grandpa. I mean, would you rather get knocked out in one punch by a badass grandpa or get thrown through a bar window… TWICE.
According to Syracuse.com, the fight started inside the bar and the bouncers separated the two men and sent them packing out two different doors, one in front and another in the back of the bar.
But of course, they found each other outside, and next you thing you know, somebody is getting thrown through a glass window… TWICE.
And here’s what I do know… if you’re wearing shorts, boat shoes, and a golf polo, AKA dressed like my grandpa for Sunday brunch, you have NO business fighting a big corn fed dude wearing jeans and cowboy boots in the middle of July.
Sure, you might not get thrown through a glass window every time, but you’re losing that fight 10 times out of 10. He was in over his head from the second he looked at Big Country the wrong way.
As far as the aftermath, police have made no arrests since big hoss fled the scene, but they’re still looking for him.
And the owner? He just wants someone to pay for it:
“Just craziness… this is definitely the first time in 30 years someone’s been tossed through a window here.”
And the guy that took the ride through the window? He had a few cuts here and there, a took a good hard right to the face, but was pretty much fine.