billsfan_34 Posted August 25 Share Posted August 25 16 hours ago, Irv said: I think he would kick my ass. You? Anyone would kick your ass 😂😂😂 1 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
machine gun kelly Posted August 25 Share Posted August 25 17 hours ago, Irv said: I think he would kick my ass. You? What are you in 4th grade? C’mon, this is like “could Ali beat Tyson in his prime”. It’s a non starter. 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
JP51 Posted August 25 Share Posted August 25 Well I don't know but I am thinking I could stay with him for AT LEAST 13 seconds.... 😆 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Chaos Posted August 25 Share Posted August 25 It’s situational. On any normal occasion he could easily beat up an old man like me. But on several occasions such as the 13 seconds game , the rage with in me could possibly have fueled a victory. 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
The Firebaugh Kid Posted August 25 Share Posted August 25 (edited) What about Marv Levy? Jake Paul is fighting Mike Tyson after all. Edited August 25 by The Firebaugh Kid Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
chris heff Posted August 25 Share Posted August 25 Let me get this straight, this is a discussion about whether or not grown adults think they could beat up another grown adult. Setting aside the incredible improbability of the event, aren’t discussions like this best left to twelve year olds? 1 1 1 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Gigs Posted August 25 Share Posted August 25 19 hours ago, Royale with Cheese said: Dude, McDermott would mop the floor with you and probably most people on here. You’re underestimating grapplers. Christian Wilkins has entered the chat 7 minutes ago, chris heff said: Let me get this straight, this is a discussion about whether or not grown adults think they could beat up another grown adult. Setting aside the incredible improbability of the event, aren’t discussions like this best left to twelve year olds? Adults are merely grown 12 year olds Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
ComradeKayAdams Posted August 25 Share Posted August 25 17 hours ago, CoffeeDrip said: I’ve been the only girl among a pack of boys most of my life both in my family and my neighborhood so I learned to fight dirty. But I don’t think a kick to the stones will take down McD. Thankfully I also think he would never ever fight a woman so I’d win by default. 😂 Same! I grew up with two annoying older brothers: both varsity athlete mesomorph types, whereas I myself have always been disadvantaged with more of a diminutive ectomorph physique. Nevertheless, the one thing I have always been blessed with is a resourceful survivor spirit! So while there’s no way I could physically take on Coach McDermott, I do consider the brain to be the most powerful muscle in the human body. Coach McD strikes me as a guy wound just a bit too tight, perhaps secretly dealing with a multitude of mental health issues ranging from paranoia and insecurity to chronic anxiety and insomnia. My strategy of choice would therefore be to personally subject Coach McD to months of torturous psychological manipulation, ideally culminating in a life-threatening eating disorder. Once the eating disorder has advanced to a stage requiring in-patient hospitalization care, I will come visit Coach McD at the Catholic Mercy Hospital of Buffalo. Though to be clear: no mercy will be offered to him by me on that final day. As I saunter over to his hospital room bed, Coach McD’s eyes will fully widen as he sees me, like a woodland owl forced to acknowledge its indefatigable apex predator. “You again! Why?! Why did you do this to me?! Was it the 13 Seconds game? The pathetic Bengals playoff home game? Too many men on the field for the final play of last season’s ridiculous Broncos game? All I ever wanted in life was to bring gridiron joy to all you lovely Western New Yorkers! Why, Kay? Why?!” This is the moment where I then slowly lean in towards him, gently stroke his arm, massage his shoulder, and whisper softly into his ear, “Because I could, Sean. Because I could.” As I get up and walk away, a nearby nurse vigorously holds down Coach McD’s emaciated and flailing body to the hospital bed, as his pale Irish countenance turns bright red like an aged star approaching supernova status. “Curses to thee, of sly mind and small body, and with neither sling nor stone…another favorable victory I have blown!” Sean rather poetically screams out to yours truly. “May you welcome as your eternal abode the fiery pits below, you Baphomet-worshiping banshee! Arrrgggh!” << END SCENE. >> << BEGIN EPILOGUE. >> The rhythmic clicking of Kay’s VEERAH stiletto heels echo through the hospital hallway as she walks away from Coach McDermott’s room. The reverberating clicks grow louder, drowning out the distant flatlining emission from Sean’s electrocardiogram. Kay suddenly removes a wig and rubber facial mask, revealing herself to be…<<dramatic pause>>…Tyler Dunne in drag! Eeek! The “Go Long” journalist, evidently all along, was playing his own long game on poor ol’ Sean. 2 3 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
RiotAct Posted August 25 Share Posted August 25 41 minutes ago, ComradeKayAdams said: Same! I grew up with two annoying older brothers: both varsity athlete mesomorph types, whereas I myself have always been disadvantaged with more of a diminutive ectomorph physique. Nevertheless, the one thing I have always been blessed with is a resourceful survivor spirit! So while there’s no way I could physically take on Coach McDermott, I do consider the brain to be the most powerful muscle in the human body. Coach McD strikes me as a guy wound just a bit too tight, perhaps secretly dealing with a multitude of mental health issues ranging from paranoia and insecurity to chronic anxiety and insomnia. My strategy of choice would therefore be to personally subject Coach McD to months of torturous psychological manipulation, ideally culminating in a life-threatening eating disorder. Once the eating disorder has advanced to a stage requiring in-patient hospitalization care, I will come visit Coach McD at the Catholic Mercy Hospital of Buffalo. Though to be clear: no mercy will be offered to him by me on that final day. As I saunter over to his hospital room bed, Coach McD’s eyes will fully widen as he sees me, like a woodland owl forced to acknowledge its indefatigable apex predator. “You again! Why?! Why did you do this to me?! Was it the 13 Seconds game? The pathetic Bengals playoff home game? Too many men on the field for the final play of last season’s ridiculous Broncos game? All I ever wanted in life was to bring gridiron joy to all you lovely Western New Yorkers! Why, Kay? Why?!” This is the moment where I then slowly lean in towards him, gently stroke his arm, massage his shoulder, and whisper softly into his ear, “Because I could, Sean. Because I could.” As I get up and walk away, a nearby nurse vigorously holds down Coach McD’s emaciated and flailing body to the hospital bed, as his pale Irish countenance turns bright red like an aged star approaching supernova status. “Curses to thee, of sly mind and small body, and with neither sling nor stone…another favorable victory I have blown!” Sean rather poetically screams out to yours truly. “May you welcome as your eternal abode the fiery pits below, you Baphomet-worshiping banshee! Arrrgggh!” << END SCENE. >> << BEGIN EPILOGUE. >> The rhythmic clicking of Kay’s VEERAH stiletto heels echo through the hospital hallway as she walks away from Coach McDermott’s room. The reverberating clicks grow louder, drowning out the distant flatlining emission from Sean’s electrocardiogram. Kay suddenly removes a wig and rubber facial mask, revealing herself to be…<<dramatic pause>>…Tyler Dunne in drag! Eeek! The “Go Long” journalist, evidently all along, was playing his own long game on poor ol’ Sean. … … << backs away slowly >> 1 2 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Royale with Cheese Posted August 25 Share Posted August 25 1 hour ago, chris heff said: Let me get this straight, this is a discussion about whether or not grown adults think they could beat up another grown adult. Setting aside the incredible improbability of the event, aren’t discussions like this best left to twelve year olds? Childhood improbability arguments were the most fun arguments. Why do we have to stop at childhood for the most fun arguments? Why trade that for serious only arguments? That sucks. 2 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Golden*Wheels Posted August 25 Share Posted August 25 Man I cringe at jiu jitsu when I see older people say they "wrestled in high school". Wrestlers seem to never lose their instincts. Flinch at the dude, I bet he double legs on straight reflex alone. 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
chris heff Posted August 25 Share Posted August 25 24 minutes ago, Royale with Cheese said: Childhood improbability arguments were the most fun arguments. Why do we have to stop at childhood for the most fun arguments? Why trade that for serious only arguments? That sucks. Great, so who do you think would win in a fight Goofy or Pluto? 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Don Otreply Posted August 25 Share Posted August 25 13 hours ago, Chicken Boo said: A small, bald, ginger. He's probably pretty scrappy. Being he is a a ginger, one just has to point a tanning lamp at him, 😁 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Don Otreply Posted August 25 Share Posted August 25 1 hour ago, ComradeKayAdams said: Same! I grew up with two annoying older brothers: both varsity athlete mesomorph types, whereas I myself have always been disadvantaged with more of a diminutive ectomorph physique. Nevertheless, the one thing I have always been blessed with is a resourceful survivor spirit! So while there’s no way I could physically take on Coach McDermott, I do consider the brain to be the most powerful muscle in the human body. Coach McD strikes me as a guy wound just a bit too tight, perhaps secretly dealing with a multitude of mental health issues ranging from paranoia and insecurity to chronic anxiety and insomnia. My strategy of choice would therefore be to personally subject Coach McD to months of torturous psychological manipulation, ideally culminating in a life-threatening eating disorder. Once the eating disorder has advanced to a stage requiring in-patient hospitalization care, I will come visit Coach McD at the Catholic Mercy Hospital of Buffalo. Though to be clear: no mercy will be offered to him by me on that final day. As I saunter over to his hospital room bed, Coach McD’s eyes will fully widen as he sees me, like a woodland owl forced to acknowledge its indefatigable apex predator. “You again! Why?! Why did you do this to me?! Was it the 13 Seconds game? The pathetic Bengals playoff home game? Too many men on the field for the final play of last season’s ridiculous Broncos game? All I ever wanted in life was to bring gridiron joy to all you lovely Western New Yorkers! Why, Kay? Why?!” This is the moment where I then slowly lean in towards him, gently stroke his arm, massage his shoulder, and whisper softly into his ear, “Because I could, Sean. Because I could.” As I get up and walk away, a nearby nurse vigorously holds down Coach McD’s emaciated and flailing body to the hospital bed, as his pale Irish countenance turns bright red like an aged star approaching supernova status. “Curses to thee, of sly mind and small body, and with neither sling nor stone…another favorable victory I have blown!” Sean rather poetically screams out to yours truly. “May you welcome as your eternal abode the fiery pits below, you Baphomet-worshiping banshee! Arrrgggh!” << END SCENE. >> << BEGIN EPILOGUE. >> The rhythmic clicking of Kay’s VEERAH stiletto heels echo through the hospital hallway as she walks away from Coach McDermott’s room. The reverberating clicks grow louder, drowning out the distant flatlining emission from Sean’s electrocardiogram. Kay suddenly removes a wig and rubber facial mask, revealing herself to be…<<dramatic pause>>…Tyler Dunne in drag! Eeek! The “Go Long” journalist, evidently all along, was playing his own long game on poor ol’ Sean. The epilogue has a Peaky Blinders vibe, 😁👍 lol 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Royale with Cheese Posted August 25 Share Posted August 25 10 minutes ago, chris heff said: Great, so who do you think would win in a fight Goofy or Pluto? I really don’t think either one of them are fighters. They would just give up once it got hard. Who would win in an eating contest…. Homer Simpson or Peter Griffin? Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Teddy KGB Posted August 25 Share Posted August 25 What’s his height and weight ? I don’t think so as the man played safety in college so he’s probably a bad ass 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
oldmanfan Posted August 25 Share Posted August 25 I don’t know what could have possibly inspired this thread, but I would bet large sums of $$ that McD would bend every single person on 2BD into a pretzel. Without breaking a sweat. 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ray Stonada Posted August 25 Share Posted August 25 Wasn't he a national champion wrestler? Enough said. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Yawning Frog Posted August 25 Share Posted August 25 23 hours ago, Irv said: I think he would kick my ass. You? at my age I couldn't kick his youngest daughter's ass 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
foreboding Posted August 25 Share Posted August 25 If you do not wrestle at a pretty high level, or know jiu-jitsu or some other ground technique martial art, McDermitt would smoke all of you. lol Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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