If you want to see a great fight, don’t waste your money on HBO—go to the bars!

The DeKalb bars have three attractants, in addition to the obvious alchohol and music incentives: the drunks, the bad dancers, and the fights. (Luckily, most of us fall into the first two categories only).

And if you are underaged, and don’t have a fake I.D., or a bouncer friend, don’t worry about missing out on all the fun. Just stand outside the bars after last call, and you’ll be able to see all three—drunks dancing in the streets and people getting into fights.

But the fights are the best.

Friday night is usually the best time to go looking for these bouts, and last Friday was no exception.

Some guy was playing darts with his buddies. He must’ve been good, because he even brought his own darts.

Anyway, when he was finished throwing, he grabbed his beer and sauntered to the board to retrieve his darts. On his way back, he paused to fix one of his flights, and as he did so, some other guy bumped into him. (Actually, the guy stepped about a foot out of his way to bump into the dart player).

Then the bumper, who happened to be a football player, did a pretty good job of acting ticked off at the dart player. It was pretty entertaining, and a crowd started to gather, sensing—as crowds always do—a good fight impending.

The dart player, who wasn’t much smaller than the football player, held his own.

It was pretty exciting, but the crowd that had gathered at ringside were doomed for disappointment.

After a few exchanged words, the dart player decided to give up, and turned to walk away. As soon as he turned, the football player threw out a shot that would’ve made Buster Douglas proud!

It was the perfect cheap shot, and I’m sure that the giver is still bragging about it. It couldn’t have been any better if the dart player had closed his eyes and stuck out his chin to receive the punch!

Needless to say, the dart player went down hard, his pretty darts and beer glass smashing down alongside him.

It was a fast fight. The inflictor of the damage was out of sight before the guy on the floor even looked up.

The crowd that had gathered dispersed, grumbling in disappointment.

I couldn’t blame them. Like I said, it wasn’t much of a fight.

Eventually the owner and bouncers came over. The bouncers looked disappointed because they couldn’t punch someone, while the owner did his best at acting concerned. But he didn’t look too sympathetic.

Who could blame him though?

He knows better than anyone that a good fight draws a bigger crowd than any drink special.

As a matter-of-fact, he should consider turning the dance floor into a boxing ring. This way nobody will be disappointed for not seeing the Friday Night Fights.

This wouldn’t work though.

Anybody with as good of a cheap shot as this guy probably wouldn’t want to go public with it.