I remember the first time I hit back at a bully when I was in the fifth grade...he was a sixth grader who was twice my size...one glancing blow to the temple and he started crying, sat on the ground and blubbered like a baby. Didn't even hurt my hand.

Bullies are pussies...that's why they're bullies.

I agree with the comments above, too...I've talked myself out of several "misunderstandings" in bars over the years by agreeing with the antagonist that he could indeed kick my ass...but that he'd have a busted nose, a broken arm, and would look like he got hit by a truck the next day. If wanted to count that as a "win", he was welcome to have at it. Not surprisingly, they haven't "had at it" yet.

Fish on...

Todd