My man Brew City Drew left a comment saying that he’s too light on his feet for his old man. He’d float like a butterfly and sting his pops like a bee.
Granted, I don’t know his pops, but I feel very certain that wouldn’t happen. I’m 26. My father is 70. There is nothing so important–at least nothing that would ever happen–that would compel me to fight him. Absolutely nothing.
Has your father even put his hands on your shoulders to make a point? If so, did you notice how hard it was to do much more than breathe? That’s a little somethign that my man Bobo referred to in his comment. It’s called “old man strength.” My brother told me about it, and it’s real as steel. There’s something about living fo ra long time that’ll turn you into a linebacker when necessary.
And take that a step further. One time, when I was young and stupid, I said something to my mother that made her inform me that she’d leave me “picking up my teeth.” Keep in mind that my mother’s the nicest woman I’ve ever met. Also keep in mind that she was probably dead on right. Old woman strength is no joke either.
And you know what part of it is? Your daddy is not letting you kick his ass. It just ain’t gonna happen. If you think a whipper snapper is going to beat up an old man without htat old man summoning strength from the ancestors, you just don’t understand. Reminds me of a story a buddy told me. He was a defensive lineman on a college team, and he got into it with his position coach. Now, this dude is about 6-5, and he was at least 300 pounds then. He said he and the coach started yelling at each other over something.
“Man, next thing I knew, he just came into the locker room and kicked my ass all over the place.”
I mean, he said this totally matter-of-factly. No embarrassment, no nothing. And you know why? Because there’s nothing embarrassing about getting beat down by a grown man. Ask Robin Ventura about that.
Seriously, let’s make this an episode of Maury. Father/Son Boxing Matches. Instead of folks settling things on the People’s Court, let ’em go handle it in the ring. I guarantee you’d see more settlements than you knew were possible.

26 Comments
by Kirk
I thought about commenting on that and didn’t, but since you brought it up…
Drew, if your Daddy is a cop, speaking from experience, you can’t possibly win. Even if you DID manage to whoop him, he’s got a baton/taser/gun with your name on it.
by ETS
There is plenty embarrassing about getting beat by an old man … depending on who that old man is.
My dad will be 66 this year and I am 26. I’m sure I could beat him. Had you asked me this ten years ago, I’d be typing with one eye shut.
by Lord Amaru
Hey man,
The last time Pops disciplined me I was in high school… Ever been lifted of the ground by the neck with one hand? Real deal.
by Left Coast Vic
I would never want to go there with my pops, but I KNOW that I could take him. He is only 5’3, shaped like a meatball and not very mobile. I got like crazy reach on him.
The problem is, my dad uses weapons. Granted, pops was always a master of his environment. He always managed to be in reach of something. Reminds me of the time I was mouthing off to him in the backyard and picked up a rake and was ready to bust my ass with it.
by jason
At our Mother’s Day cookout thing, Pops tried to style on me and throw me in the pool when I wasn’t expecting it. I managed to stalemate him, and it was the proudest moment of my month so far. Any year now, it’s Throw Pops In The Pool Or Die Trying.
by Brew City Drew
Wow. I’m honored.
I know my old man is pretty strong, but he’s 5’11” 250 and I go 6’3″ 230. Just gotta stick to my gameplan. Box him don’t fight him.
He did bloody me pretty good on Thanksgiving of 8th grade. It was over once he got his hands on me. Socked me in the grill & put some “twisting” move on me and banged said grill into my bed frame. I had 16(!) missing assignments in science class & he found ’em in my pillowcase.
That was the last time we had hands.
by Brew City Drew
and he would never use any of his gear on me. He’d get fired, and be the absolute shame of the area. Too much to lose with that one.
by Brew City Drew
Somebody would find out. Small town.
“Hey Drew, what the hell happened to you?”
Pops whupped me with his nightstick.
And then it begins.
by The_Other_Bo
To reiterate you (yeah, you) cannot whoop the ass of a conscious, self-dependent old man. Good luck to anyone who wants to fight a man that’s been working longer than you’ve been alive. Have you ever paid close attention to an old man’s hands. Especially if he’s from the rural south and in his fifties or better. When you were eight, you were playing nintendo When he was eight, he was picking cotton. I’ve never fought an old man because I’ve got too much sense. I’ve watched my uncle beat the BREAKS of cats he had at least two decades on.
by Left Coast Vic
Lets not get it twisted though: not all old men have “old men strength.”
Compare: my gramps is like 70 something, spent his youth picking fruit up and down the coast of CA, then moved on to building freeways and railroads in LA, spent sometime in a Mexican jail, still works with his hands to this very day. Please believe, I would not even dream about putting hands on him.
There some older professors here at school that DEFINITELY do not have old man strength. These cats are frail from spending all that time behind the desk. If push came to shove, I could squab with these cats no problem.
I reject the assumption that just being old gives you the old man strength. As a matter of self-preservation, I think it would be wise to assume that the majority of old men got the strength, but there is a large number of old folk that just dont got it.
by Brew City Drew
Also, you definitely don’t fight pops like you fight homeboy from the bar.
You’re trying to kill homeboy from the bar, whereas, you’re just doing enough to win against dad.
by Kirk
So, which is the greater force: Old Man Strength or Retard Strength?
by eauhellzgnaw
Come on, Kirk, how are you gonna front on Midget Strength?
by Rex
No daddy fight stories (thank God), ‘cuz that is whole ‘nother chapter, but…
I’ll never forget the day I kicked my big brother’s ass in front of his friends… and HE started it. He never picked on me again.
He graduated, moved away. I grew over the years, joined and started on the varsity wrestling team. During one of his visits back, he thought he could show me up… I took my lickins until I got in close, then it was over.
by Kirk
That, of course, assumes you’d be so silly as to tell anyone about it. Until the day he needs to ask you for help wiping his ass, he owns you.
Really, though, now is not the time to start handling this particular subject with thought or reason.
More importantly, eauhellzgnaw, you speak much wisdom. An army of old, retarded midgets would be unstoppable!
by Alove
Being the only girl, no fights with dad, obviously.
But I remember when my dad had to go pick my brother up from the police station after he got caught shoplifting. When they got back to the house, my dad handed my mom his wallet and uttered two words, “Go shopping”. I must have been around 14 at the time. The look on his face was enough for me. I damn near had the car warming up wanting to get the hell out of there.
Unfortunately, I didn’t get far enough out the door before I heard what I found out later was my brother’s body hitting the wall.
All I know is, when my mom and I left, homie was wearing a full t-shirt. When we got back, he had the ring from the collar of said t-shirt around his neck– and that was all. I don’t even wanna KNOW how that happened, and he still won’t go into detail on it to this day. He just says he never even got a chance to defend himself. I’ll never forget that empty, shell-shocked look on his face….
by Ben
I have a feeling somebody’s dad is going to be wearin’ my ass out pretty soon.
by Fred Batiste, A Weapon of Mass Destruction
My father’s deceased now, but man growin up that was the last dude I would ever think I would take. I would have rather ran up on Thomas “The Motor City Cobra” Hearns and Marvin Haggler together and slapped them both and called them sissies than to run up on my old man.
I keep hearing legends of how he beat the BRAKES off one of my older cousins. My cousin was about 18 or 19 and got a little besides himself with my pops. Needless to say, my pops kicked his ass and they were cool.
My cousin was a D-I baseball player at the time (6-0, 240) and my pops at best was 5-8, 180.
But Kirk…retard strength is second only to old working man strength. I’ve seen enough retards (public schools) and enough old working men (pops worked on railroad) to distinguish the two. You let a retard get out of pocket with an old working man. Shiiiiiid, that retard get smarter than Stephen Hawking quick, fast and in a hurry.
Now…where would that put pownk (gay dude) strength…the joke growing up that them pownks be scrong.
by Kirk
Ok, so then it’s an army of old, retarded, gay laborers? Doesn’t that pretty much limit us to Little Richard and half of WWE?
by Fred Batiste, A Weapon of Mass Destruction
Little Richard on steroids????
I shudder the thought
by eauhellzgnaw
Kirk, you did it again. What the hell do you have against midgets!?
by Kirk
I have nothing against midgets, it was just an oversight. I actually think midgets are pretty cool. They’re almost like little tiny people.
by ETS
Bo, why is this other blog I read talking about crackhead strength?!
by dnunn
Well, since no one else has done it, I will expound on my one time run in with the Ol’Man. My father is 6’0 200, skinny everywhere except his belly and no muscle definition at all. Pops always said that his trigger finger and his Johnson are the only things that needed to be fit. I was 16, 5’8 210, pushing 2 1/2 wheels on the bench and whooping ass on and off the field, had just got put on the set and was rolling hard……I actually knocked a couple of kats out during that time.
My parents are divorced and I had to spend the summer with Pops and my new step mother……………imagine the fun!
Well me and pops get into over one thing or another..pops was drinking and allowed my step mother to talk crazy to my sister. With my emotions high and Tupac playing in my mind…….Pac said to bomb first…….Well I went ahead and stole on pops and the kept swinging and actually was winning the fight for a minute my sister says…..until he hit me. I still don’t remember the punch but I do remember waking up with a knot like a doorknob on my head.
Grown man strength is one thing, but the will of an ex-cotton picker who had to wipe your ass and pay for braces is another.
James Brown said it best.
Look, dig this
Papa didn`t cuss
He didn`t raise a whole lotta fuss
But when we did wrong
Papa beat the hell out of us
Mama said
Papa`s smart
Papa got a whole lotta heart
And Papa would do his part
When the game get hard…… hit me
by dnunn
I forgot, my sister said it was a two-piece with a pepper he hit me with.