Here's the lesson to be learned: if you're Jordan Bohannon's size and you know that a fight is coming always throw the first punch, aim for six inches behind the guy's head so when you hit him you are still accelerating your punch. Little guys Jordan's size are always going down if they get a big head shot.
Rules in bar fights? There are no rules in bar fights. You're kicking and gouging in the mud and the blood and the beer. If you find yourself on the ground and someone is kicking you, on say New Year's Eve 1979, and you cant get a clean nut shot, you wrap up their legs and bite the ****er's shin until he's on the ground. If they're still pounding you grab their ears and bite their nose-that really hurts or so it seemed when the pounder jumped up and his eyes watered up.
Damn little danger in a college boy bar fight. You taste your own blood and learn that it won't kill you. Get a few cuts and maybe, if you're lucky, a couple of minor scars-chicks dig scars, they really do. No long term damage. And it's kind of fun in retrospect.
Never run away or you'll be running your whole life. You might crawl away beaten and bleeding but you know you had courage. The next fight might not be violent but pussies still run.
Here's another lesson for Jordan. Jordan needs to track that prick down, wait for him to hit pisser, and then bring one from the ground into the back of the guy's head, which will bang forward and hit the wall-great way to start a fight-they're never expecting it. Then you stomp them until you feel they've learned to never ever sucker punch and knock you out as you're walking into the Airliner in an unguarded state of mind, or where ever Jordan took the TKO.
No topic has ever made my 5 years at Iowa as nostalgic as this one, not even the sainted John Hayden Fry's death. My God college was fun!
Excellent Cash reference.