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So I was playing soccer like I usually do on tuesdays with some friends. We play at a nearby middle school during the afternoon. It's not regular soccer, it's fast paced soccer played in a field a little larger than your average basketball court. It's usually pretty crowded and there's always someone to play against. Well, we got into this game with some random dudes and the game was on.
One of my teammates who is a guy I had just met a few days ago was yelling shit at me whenever I "fucked up", like miss a shot or something, shit like "You fucking dumbass!". The game had just begun but I was getting fed up real fucking quick of his bullshit, so I yelled at him to shut the fuck up. The guy replied with "chinga tu madre" which means "fuck your mother", this was all in Spanish btw. That did it, I was fucking outraged and I launched myself at the guy landing a punch to his jaw. Now the following is not all that happened but I can only remember bits and pieces, my memory was blurred for the 30 seconds the fight lasted.
We started wrestling and landing punches at each other. Not sure how, but either I slipped or he managed to tip me over and I fell to the ground. I quickly reached for his leg and stood up knocking him off-balance; he grabbed me by the shirt as he was falling and made me fall with him. I fell on top of him, plus he landed in a pretty fucked up position (he must be hurting real bad from that fall). I tried to get some punches going at his face, but he managed to roll me over and attempted to do the same to me. I reached for his chest with my hands and squeezed and scratched the skin I had grabbed as hard as I could, I almost ripped a big chunk of flesh from his chest. Meanwhile, the bastard managed to land 1 or 2 good punches to the upper left of my forehead, and shortly after we were split apart when the crowd finally intervened.
I ended up with some minor scrapes on my knees and on my left elbow, pretty bad injury on my forehead tho. Luckily for aesthetic purposes, it's covered by my hair.
Anyways, when I was up and realizing what had just happened, I felt the urge to launch myself at him again and go at it again. I didn't do shit tho and time passed and I finally relaxed and thought it wasn't worth it.
And I'm finally home now rubbing alcohol on my forehead.
I have a very volatile temper to the stupidest shit which I'm sure is gonna get me in deep shit one day. I just can't help myself. It happened so suddenly that I didn't think of what the hell I was doing.
I'm not trying to brag or be cool or anything of the sort, just thought I'd share my story, I'm feeling pretty bad at the moment.
One of my teammates who is a guy I had just met a few days ago was yelling shit at me whenever I "fucked up", like miss a shot or something, shit like "You fucking dumbass!". The game had just begun but I was getting fed up real fucking quick of his bullshit, so I yelled at him to shut the fuck up. The guy replied with "chinga tu madre" which means "fuck your mother", this was all in Spanish btw. That did it, I was fucking outraged and I launched myself at the guy landing a punch to his jaw. Now the following is not all that happened but I can only remember bits and pieces, my memory was blurred for the 30 seconds the fight lasted.
We started wrestling and landing punches at each other. Not sure how, but either I slipped or he managed to tip me over and I fell to the ground. I quickly reached for his leg and stood up knocking him off-balance; he grabbed me by the shirt as he was falling and made me fall with him. I fell on top of him, plus he landed in a pretty fucked up position (he must be hurting real bad from that fall). I tried to get some punches going at his face, but he managed to roll me over and attempted to do the same to me. I reached for his chest with my hands and squeezed and scratched the skin I had grabbed as hard as I could, I almost ripped a big chunk of flesh from his chest. Meanwhile, the bastard managed to land 1 or 2 good punches to the upper left of my forehead, and shortly after we were split apart when the crowd finally intervened.
I ended up with some minor scrapes on my knees and on my left elbow, pretty bad injury on my forehead tho. Luckily for aesthetic purposes, it's covered by my hair.
Anyways, when I was up and realizing what had just happened, I felt the urge to launch myself at him again and go at it again. I didn't do shit tho and time passed and I finally relaxed and thought it wasn't worth it.
And I'm finally home now rubbing alcohol on my forehead.
I have a very volatile temper to the stupidest shit which I'm sure is gonna get me in deep shit one day. I just can't help myself. It happened so suddenly that I didn't think of what the hell I was doing.
I'm not trying to brag or be cool or anything of the sort, just thought I'd share my story, I'm feeling pretty bad at the moment.
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