Vail Biff America column: Sunday service, Monday battles

By Krista Driscoll

It would usually begin with an insult or some harsh words, perhaps a few shoves, and then someone would throw the first punch. Often, there would be no second punch, as friends, teachers, coaches would intercede. Mostly, it was little more than adolescent bravado and posturing.Occasionally, it would go down like in the movies, when two combatants would square off in the middle of a circle of spectators and go at it until one person quit. More often than not, a bloody nose, fat lip or black eye was the worst result. It was a Sunday morning in the early …

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