True story...
A guy on my hockey team, The Homegrown Pussycats, was cross checked during a game and when he was getting up asking wtf the cross checking douche bag was already dropping his gloves. My friend is short on stature, only 5'5" tall but he was a Golden Gloves boxer and a SeaBee Gulf War vet. The guy swinging was about 6' to 6'2" but his swing was wide and slow, easy to see coming and plenty of time to set - my buddy Marty got in under the punch and drove an uppercut right up under and blasted his chin and sent the guy down to the ice quick. At that moment the goalie who had about 70lbs of bulk and a few inches of height jumped Marty from behind. They tumbled down but Marty squirreled out and knocked the goalie hard enough that even with the helmet on his bell was ringing like a Catholic church on Sunday. That is when a third player from their squad jumped the wall and skated in to get a piece while the first guy was already looking for more as the refs started pulling the goalie off. Marty knocked the first dude down again just in time to lay out the guy skating in. 1 vs 3. Little guy against three bigger dudes. The refs calmed it all down but Marty became sort of a mini beer league legend as a result.
The moral of the story? Don't fuck with Navy vets that know how to box... the smaller they are the bigger the fight.
