“The Quarterback Shoved My Little Sister — He Didn’t Know Her Brother Had Just Returned From a Black Ops Deployment”

of smaller kids. He raises his hand to shove my shoulder, that casual dismissive push that’s supposed to establish dominance.

Worst mistake of his life.

Before his palm can even make contact with my t-shirt, I move. I don’t punch him—punching leaves evidence, leaves bruises that photograph well, gives lawyers ammunition for assault charges. Instead, continue reading …