Nope, it was a street fight against Mexicans at the California State fair. Great shot, closest I have ever been to be knocked out. Dropped me to a knee, good streaming blood. Needless to say when he was on the ground, I took my opportunity to show my appreciation, by stomping his head into the asphalt. He had blood coming from everywhere. Carny's had haybale hooks, bats, big thick plates everything. My dad was thicker, stronger and more atheletic than me. He needed nothing to assist him. Best one ever, I could not get the freaking lawn mower started. I was PO'd. My dad asks if I am getting the lawn mowed. I was 17. I was in a agitated mood, forgot who I was talking to, and said You start the fuking thing. I never ever swore at my dad ever. When I saw the look on his face I knew I was dead. So I ran, and I was real fast, I could jump fences in one move. So I am flying over the fence, he catches me by the ankle, so I am hanging upside down on the other side of the fence, and he starts pulling my my foot and ankle and the fence boards break. Then in one burst of strength, he reaches over the fence grabs by levis and hurls me back over to his side of the fence, with extreme prejudice. I smash to the ground and cover up, I see him rear back, then he looks at me and just stops, and walks away. I never ever swore at him again. He was a bit shorter than me, but powerfully built, and lifted all of the time, he was a captain in the fire dept. I joined the Navy and left right after that. One of those experiences you never forget...OF