The first fight I ever got in. I was in like third grade. My family had just moved down to Virginia in Redskins country. They had this sale through the school where you could get book bags with NFL teams on them. I ordered a Bills. On the day that the book bags arrived this one !@#$ kid just kept giving me **** about the Bills sucking. So eventually I just had enough and we started mixing it up. Desks went flying and we thrashed around the room a whirlwind of fists and curses. The teacher, who had been out, walked back into the room and broke it up. The best thing was the kid was a real troublemaker, so he ended up getting in trouble, while I got off. Even though I started the fight. !@#$ you, Donald.