Anger Management

Growing up I was the short fat kid who didnt say much. I was always picked last, you know that kid. I played 1 year of little league. I played in the late innings because the coach HAD to play me. I got 1 hit, a blooper to right field ( I still have the little article from the paper to prove it. I was hit 8 times by pitches. I got it in the ribs, ass, shoulder , arms, etc. The last time I caught one in the side of the head, It knocked me down and my helmet went flying. I never batted again. The pitcher was grinning and people were laughing as I got up. I never forgot that. But I discovered that football was my sport, and that was that. I started every game from 5th grade until my last game of senior year of high school. Well I met up with that pitcher one day my junior year.. We were practicing punt returns he was covering them and I was on the return team. We would peel off to one sideline or the other and form a line 10 yds apart. The back would catch the ball and run between us and the sideline. As he came by we would turn upfield and look to seal off the gaps in the line. Well as I turned around and started upfield,here came that guy. He was watching the back all the way,and not me. His mistake. He got into the gap and thought he was going to make a great play. He never saw me. I got a 10 yard head start and hit him right below his pads . It drove them right into his chin and he landed on his shoulder blades. He got up eventually and started bitching. I said that's for hitting me in the head in little league. He just laughed and said, ok we're even. And that was that. I played angry and apparently I yelled and talked alot. I really dont remember that, but my teammates do. lol. Hence the nickname Bear. My freshman year the coach was yelling at me for some reason and said "Christ,Elko, you're like a bear with a sore ass !" Everyonr laughed and the name stuck. I have  very slow fuse, but there are some things that get me pissed immediately. One is guys abusing their girlfriends and people who abuse animals. I have zero tolerence for that shit.  Once upon  time fter a softbll game we all went up to Risleys to havea few beers. There was a bunch of us still in our uniforms and bsome ladies standin around basically having a good time. Well this short comes over and starts argueing with one of the ladies. Naturally I couldnt keep my mouth shut so I went over and told him to beat it. He glared at me then walked away then he comes back and grabs her by the elbow and shoves her into the wall. all I heard
was fuckin bitch and I heard her yelp when she hit the wall. I grabbed him and it was on. I vwanted to get him down and stomp him with my baseball spikes, but people seperated us and he wanted to go outside. So there we were out on the sidewalk. He was barking at me but wasnt trying anything. I dont think he realized how big I was until we got out there. He was about three inch shorter than me. I thought it was funny I was still mad, but I knew he was all mouth. So after a couple minutes of his barking, I called him a fuckin midget and he charged me. The first time, I kinda swatted him, but he came back at me. So I grabbed him by the throat and picked him off  the ground with my right hand. I brought him in face to facen and said I am not her you fuckin midget !I'm gonn kill you~ He was starting to turn purple and I was shakingnlike like a rag doll, he kept hitting my arm but I wouldnt nlet go. I was going to stuff him through the front window of the bar I cocked my arm back to throw him and a bunch of people grabbed me and got my hand away from his throat. Pretty soon they were trying to get me back in the bar It took 5 people to get me calmed down. So this idiot starts yelling more shit. I wheeled around and they dragged me in the bar and locked me in the bathroom until I calmed down. The guy came in again and someone said you better get the fuck out of here or I'll let him out! He left and that was the end of my one and only bar fight.