And, to contribute to the secondary thread, my first reaql fist fight came as a result of a heated argument over who was better -- Mays, Mantle, or Snyder. Growing up in Queens amidst a bunch of Yankee fans, and being a Giants fan who knew the truth (Mays was the best), I was a kid who didn't back down when my best friend at the time threatened to punch me in the nose if I didn't take back my assertion about Mays' superiority. We pushed and shoved, got headlocks on each other, and wrestled ourselves down into the dust behind first base. We each landed a solid, satisfying punch before an adult passerby broke up the fight and made us shake hands. The swelling of my fat lip receded well before his black eye lost its luster, so the neighborhood kids acclaimed me as the winner of The Fight. What a simple and naive time it was! Kids argued and got in each others' faces, without any possibility of weapons getting involved. Road rage hadn't been invented yet. We were all still virgins, in many senses of the word.