Share your tales of when you were a brave bystander berry bros! Since we are all 6ft 8 super athletes benching teh 275 just to get our heart rates going i feel like we should collectively have a few tales of public spaces being filled with uppercuts. My moment of glory and self sacrifice occurred in the most humble of places. A hero was needed but could not be found. While everyone waited politely for their late night fix, a single slice of pizza, a rotund female found it her right to waddle in front of the entire line! Perhaps it was the recent events of the time ( randy had just beat big tim) or my exposure to studies dealing the the bystander effect that influenced me that night. Whatever the cause this injustice would not go un noticed. I proceeded to march up and exclaim that she waddle to the back of the line where she belongs. This did not go over well with her boyfriend, who she apparently had gone to stand in the line with. At a cross roads now I knew what had to be done. No one is above justice. I told the boyfriend he should better himself by ending his relations with the fat line jumper. This only increased the tension to the point that one of his redheaded cronies decided to swing on me. Luckily I have been a follower of worldstar hip hop and was able to notice the shot slightly faster than your average bear. I ducked into the shot hitting his fist with my forehead and initiated a clinch. Within seconds he was against the wall and I was filling the joint with uppercuts and hooks ala carwin vs mir. It was then the unexpected happened and out of the corner of my eye a flash of red hair appears. "That's my brother!!" Is all I hear as I'm struck by another red haired menace. Suddenly another person grabs both my arms from behind. The fight has been stopped. The offending party leaves, pizza not in hand. I slink off into the night before authorities can come and congratulate me for my selfless act.