Son Challenges the Father

Did you challenge your dad

  • I challenged my dad

    Votes: 18 27.3%
  • I did not challenge my dad

    Votes: 39 59.1%
  • My dad wasn't available for me to challenge - N/A

    Votes: 9 13.6%

  • Total voters
    66
Kind of a sick query. Glad the polling is tending towards no.

I took it to be a not-serious challenge. Like wrestling or something. Not an actual fight.

Dad is 79 and could still kick my ass.
 
When I was 14, my sister came home from college with a couple of new, fancy ping pong paddles (foam rubber backing sheet rubber, lots of spin). We set up a sheet of plywood and played some ping pong. I had a blast. My parents bought an actual ping-pong table and we set it up in the room that used to be the carport and was enroute to becoming a family room. Sheet rock was still in progress as a part time (very part time) endeavor by my dad. I played at church. I played my friends. I played all the time. I got pretty good.

One day my dad was in the family room and I (then 16) challenged him to a game. He picked up a 3" putty knife and beat me 21-3. He played in college. I knew this, but not what it meant in terms of speed and control.

Fast forward to my college years. I'd continued to play, a lot. We went to Fort Wilderness (Disney World campground) for a reunion of my mom's college friends. Dad and I were at loose ends and we spied a ping-pong table. I carried paddles in my car so I got them out and we played a game up to something like 32 or 33 points before I won by 2. It was a epic match and I won. As best I recall, he and I never played again.

So that's my "Challenge my Dad" story. Not so violent, but that's really what it was about.

John
 
Great stories.....


Nate... Sorry to hear about your loss....:sad::sad::sad:
 
Shorty after I got out of college, my father died (@ 58). I think I was smarter than my father, but not as wise.
 
My dad was a brutal bastard and would have (and did) beat the shiite out of me if/when challenged.
 
My Dad was a gentleman. I never challenged him. There was no point.

His proudest day was when I took him for an airplane ride and let him have the controls.
 
My dad and I got into some serious battles of will when regarding flying issues...we flew jets together off and on for about 14 years.

Unfortunately, my mom says I come by stubborn honestly...I get it from my dad and hers (these things have been known to skip a generation on the mother's side.) :lol:
 
Just curious, has anyone ever won an argument with your father or your parents in general? Has anyone ever been able to convince a parent to let them know that you are right and they are wrong?

It seems when we try to argue or convince our parents on a certain topic or point of view, they always seem to have a better counterargument or point of view that their children can't argue back on their counterargument and so we lose the argument.
 
Well, since we are all sharing.... Here's my story:

Well,my daddy left home when I was three
And he didn't leave much to ma and me
Just this old guitar and an empty bottle of booze
Now, I don't blame him cause he run and hid
But the meanest thing that he ever did
Was before he left, he went and named me Sue

Well, I hit him hard right between the eyes
And he went down, but to my surprise
He come up with a knife and cut off a piece of my ear
But I busted a chair right across his teeth
And we crashed through the wall and into the street
Kicking and a' gouging in the mud and the blood and the beer

I tell ya, I've fought tougher men
But I really can't remember when
He kicked like a mule and he bit like a crocodile
I heard him laugh and then I heard him cuss
He went for his gun and I pulled mine first
He stood there lookin' at me and I saw him smile

And he said, "Son, this world is rough
And if a man's gonna make it, he's gotta be tough
And I knew I wouldn't be there to help ya along
So I give ya that name and I said goodbye
I knew you'd have to get tough or die
And it's the name that helped to make you strong"

He said, "Now you just fought one hell of a fight
And I know you hate me, and you got the right
To kill me now, and I wouldn't blame you if you do
But ya ought to thank me, before I die
For the gravel in ya guts and the spit in ya eye
'Cause I'm the son-of-a-***** that named you Sue





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My parents were divorced when I was 3. My father and I did as much as we could, but life is life. I started martial arts and shooting at around 6. At 14, I was at my dads house for the weekend... He woke me up at 7 am by smacking my head with boxing gloves and taunting me (in a playful way). So we started boxing, and knife fighting with butter knives. At 10 am we were in the doctors office, as I broke his ribs in a defensive block, throw, strike move... I felt like a crap head and that ended our fighting days.... But, he has never missed a change of command, or military graduation in my 23 + years of military service thus far!

So in a sense, it was a reverse challenge... that the old bastard lost ;-)

Fast forward to today! I have 3 kids, two girls and a boy... I know my time is marked!!!! I hope I can instill the values in them, as he did in me!
 
Just curious, has anyone ever won an argument with your father or your parents in general? Has anyone ever been able to convince a parent to let them know that you are right and they are wrong?

It seems when we try to argue or convince our parents on a certain topic or point of view, they always seem to have a better counterargument or point of view that their children can't argue back on their counterargument and so we lose the argument.

While my dad never admitted he was wrong, he quit trying to get me to do illegal stuff when I actually showed him the reg that he said was "advisory only". :rolleyes:
 
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