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Who's got your back?

I recently found out that one of my friends got beat up in broad daylight because he refused to let a mugger take his iphone. It's pretty amazing because he actually wound up keeping his iphone, but I'm more impressed with the fact that he had the guts and craziness to take a stand. If I were in the same situation, I wonder what I would do ...

This got me thinking ... if someone randomly attacked me on the street, which one of my friends would get my back? Which ones will act like a wimp and run away?

I'm going to keep girls out of the discussion because other than a few notable exceptions (like p & ricefire) , I can't imagine any of them getting in a fist fight. Clawing and scratching maybe ... but not a fist fight.

I was originally going to type out a list of names and what I think they would do in that situation - but something tells me that would be a bad idea. (If you really want to know what I think, we can discuss it in private). So you people out there reading this , you better get my back if I ever get into a fight. Be a MAN, do the right thing!

Comments

Eric said…
i got your back ken. unless he's bigger than me. then i would run (to get help). people say i'm really fast.
Ken said…
but eric, 90% of people are bigger than you! what's the use of those 100 push-ups?
serenana said…
maybe you need to make more guy friends...
Matt Mikalatos said…
From a purely intellectual standpoint I think it would make more sense for both of us to hand over our phones and wish the mugger a happy day.

But if you were to attack the mugger I'm pretty sure that my animal instincts would kick in and I would fly into a berzerker rage that would only end after you, the mugger and any passers-by were completely subdued.
Anonymous said…
you have an iphone?!

ok. we'll get your back if we happen to be in the same country.
Ken said…
i don't have an iphone yet... it's in the plans though when i get back to the states

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