When I was in College, we were having a party at my house and a huge fight breaks out over someone grabbing someone else's Girlfriend or something. It was crazy... Imagine about 40 dudes all fighting in a big livingroom. Anyways, I looked around and noticed this HUGE guy in my friends face while my friend was trying to talk him down. This guy looked like a young Stone Cold Steve Austin... only scarier. Just a massive guy. So, I yelled at my Buddy to look out, got a running start and threw a haymaker right at this guy.
From that moment on, it was as if everything went in slow motion:
As I unload this punch, it was as if my fist was like "Fuck this... Not happening." And the punch turned into a slap. By the time it hit his face it was more of a poke than anything else. I poked this dude right in the face. As I was doing this and I passed my Buddy, I could hear him telling me not to do it. Stone Cold guy was just standing there in disbelief someone would actually do it as I was coming in. So, I'd just poked this guy right in the face. Then, this guy just goes full Hulk mode... He yelled "What the fuck" and starts taking his shirt off and my buddy just goes "John... Run, dude." And I did... First and only time I've ever run from any type of fight. And I feel absolutely no shame in that whatsoever... I learned after the fact, that this guy was a Bouncer and a real badass and that my Buddy was a friend of his that was just trying to hold him back from really fucking someone up.
I went down to his bar to apologize. We squashed it, did a shot and remain friends to this day...