At some point in your life, you’re going to get into a bar fight. Perhaps you already have! Physical altercation in drinking establishments is a time-honored tradition of American manhood, after all, and its basic structure has remained largely unchanged since the beginning of time. One of the participants -- usually whichever side has a more potent combination of size, strength, speed, and Tapout T-shirts -- bludgeons the other into a disgraceful surrender. Then the rest of the bar cheers while the bouncers kick both of ‘em out.
For obvious reasons, everyone wants to be the bludgeoner. This is understandable, but impossible, for every bar fight must have a bludgeonee. In other words: a loser, a wimp, a pussy. Losing a bar fight gives people the impression that you’re not a man, man.