Fights usually begin because someone’s mother was brought into a situation, and it’s confusing to see one end because of it. My one piece of advice to the dude in blue: sticks and stones may break your bones, but texting your mom in the middle of a fight will follow you through high school, into college, and beyond. And going forward, know yourself. You and I both know that you wanted to be anywhere else on the planet but that shrubby ass field defending your manhood against a more physical opponent. Play to your strengths. You got the Bieber look going on, so you could probably assert your dominance by banging the red dude’s girlfriend. Just don’t text your mom mid-bone.
