It’s Saturday.  A week ago today I was out on the town (imagine that), and inevitably ended up at a local bar where the bands that play are always worth the price of admission (at least on the weekends that I’ve been).  Last week I was sitting on a stool watching a local ska band play to a descent crowd when a fight broke out only a few feet in front of me.  As the story usually goes, a military guy and a local guy got into an argument over something trivial (like a woman) and in this instance, as the local guy was walking away, one of his entourage walked up and punched the military guy in the face.  He fell to the ground, and was out cold.

A short kerfuffle followed which resulted in the bar closing early, everyone being made to leave, and the paramedics carrying the military guy out on a stretcher.  So much fun.  As I prepare for the possibility of going out and ending up at the same bar again, as well as the possibility that I may be witness to yet another fight, I can’t help but wonder why?  I’m not a stranger to fighting, the appeal, the urge, or even the ‘need’.  I have UFC greatest hits DVDs in my collection (old school, before all the dumb rules), I wrestled back in the day, I understand to an extent.  We are animals, and it is in our biology to want to fight for territory, resources, and most importantly mates.

But there is a time and a place.  We are so fond of distancing ourselves from the rest of the animal kingdom (some of us to the degree that we no longer consider ourselves animals but as something designed differently from the rest, try not to laugh), and yet still can’t have the consciousness to not fight at an establishment where others are enjoying music and each others company. What’s up with that?  Haters stay home tonight, or I’ll kick the shit out of you cause I’m in the mood for a fight.