This has happened very rarely in my 37 years, For the most part, I'm a pretty mellow guy, but there have been 3 times when I "Lost it", and ended up physically laying hands on a person.

What brought this up is, yesterday, my teenager "Lost it" and choked the sh*t out of some kid on a school bus, because that kid broke his head phones. Fortunately, his dad is cool, and his dad said, "He shouldn't have been messing with your son's headphones..." Whew! We get to keep the house...

The last time I ever "Lost it" was in 1991, and it was in the best place possible to lose it, on the football field.

We were 69th Signal Company, and we were playing 521st Signal Company in full-tackle, college rule football at Fort Huachuca, AZ. I was a pretty big dude, 6'1" and some change, about 255, considering the weight control program, you'd think I was way bigger than most, but- ironically, I wasn't- but, I was bigger than the Non-linemen, and most of the line backers.

So, we were beating 521st (For the 2nd year in a row) and we had just been held by their defense, so we had to punt. Well, that's usually a "relax" play for me- since our speedsters usually get down there and make the tackle.

So, I was in a stance, elbows on the knees, waiting for the snap. <HIKE!> The ball was snapped, my man didn't cross the line, so I listened for the thud of the kick to begin "Going through the motions" down the field, in preparation for our turn on defense. Usually, their guys would go down field to turn around and set up some sort of return. Most did, but, not my guy.

Every time I tried to get past him, he hit me <BAM>, I tried to go past him again <BAM>. I'm thinking, "What is this emmer-effer trying to do?" I tried to go past him again, <BAM> and again, <BAM>. This dude was every bit of my size, but, he had just p*ssed me off.

Without even thinking, I grabbed this guy with my left hand in the chest part of the shoulder pads, and with my right hand in his crotch. Standing straight up, I lifted him over my head, and body slammed him onto his back. <<BAAAM>>.

Just then, I looked up, and the referee was looking right in my face, whistle in his mouth. I'm thinking "Oh sh*t, Personal Foul, Unnecessary Roughness, number 50. 15 yards from the end of the play, first down."

I looked at the ref, he humped up his shoulders, and ran on down the field. I ran down the field too, and my man was still lying on his back, right where I planted him... In front of maybe 3,000 spectators, NCO's and officer's alike.

No penalty, and, no more trouble out of that guy for the rest of the game...

I remember that as if it was yesterday.

He wasn't permanently hurt or anything- he got up. That was a time that I lost it, and did something I didn't even know I was capable of. Instantly body slamming someone my own size.

What foolishness have you done?

Note: If you can go to jail for it, don't tell us...

 

Ok, done deal.

 

Hold on... Got to check the statute of limitations....

 

I saw your name as starting this thread, saw "when you lost it", and because it was you, assumed you meant sexually.

Then I read the post and saw I was mistaken.

With regard to the subject, on the advice of my attorney I decline to reply.

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I plead the 5th.

 

I lost it when I came home unexpectedly and caught my wife (ex) in the sack with another man. They were asleep (thank God). I snuk into the bedroom, pulled off the covers and flicked on the light in one clean sweep. The guy awoke and said "who are you" (buck naked of course while my naked wife ran to the bathroom) and I said who I was (I exclude explicatives). I was so mad at that particular moment I could have punched his head clean off his neck and got world record head-punch-off-body distance, but I remained calm. I called my father, told him what I just saw, seemed like 2 seconds he was there, my mom called the cops because she thought there would be bloodshed I guess. It all worked out because there was a police report and it helped for me in the custody battle, which I won. I kicked her **** in another way.

 

I am the same... pretty mellow guy, so when I loose it, I really make it count. Theres only a few times I can think of where I've really lost it.

Time #1 - dog related. Dude that used to live in my complex never had his dog on a leash and his dog would constantly come up to mine, my dog would be defensive they woudl ight I would pull them apart. After 2 or 3 times of this, trying to avoid the guy, walking the other way if we saw him out, etc. finally one day we came aroudn the corner and there they were. The dog came up again and they started ot fight as they usually do. Well I lost it. Wouldnt have been so bad but halfway into scolding the guy he said "you need to get your dog under control" I went off on him calling him every single name in the book, using every obsenity I could think o and I was about ready to throw the leash down and start beating the **** out of him. Finally, he left and moved out a few weeks later.

The other time, I was at home, and cooking dinner, realized I needed a can of corn. being walking distance from a grocery store walked over to get it. Grab it, go to express line. Get behind a guy in line who not only took about 30 items to the express lane (10 item limit), then pulled out his checkbook as the total is rung up, and has to ask the total three times, spent about 4 minutes writing his check. Finally what really set me off was he noticed the spaghetti package had a bunch of broken strands and asked the cashier to go get another one. I went off on the guy. Absolutely went off. I think the guy honestly feared for his safety. I'm 6' 8" and when I get pissed off, I get pissed off. I'd guess I was behind him for a total of 10 minutes in line in what should have been a 15-second transaction for me. He left there so quickly you wouldn't believe it. Would have loved to have seen that on the security cameras.

 

i played hockey on a pretty serious level at one time..

on skates plenty of times..

in street shoes ..once..

...zap!

 

I lost it once for about a month. It eventually came back with proper medication

 

crazd, that reminds me of a story from middle school. Having been taught to never fight, this guy kept picking on me and I didnt do much of it. He was kind of the class bully but was never much of a pain. Finally one day he sat there being stupid and punching my arm over and over saying "do something about it, *****, do something about it!" so I stood up and one punch took him to the ground and he didn't get up for about 5 minutes. No teachers around, and of course none of his friends told a teacher (who would admit that the class bully was knocked cold by the little dweeby kid).
He didn't do that anymore.

 

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Wasn't that Du Pont?

 

Was it Krylon or Dupont?

It was a paint.....

 

I have never lost it, I stay in control.

 

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