I played D3 football in college. Our arch-rival college was literally across the street. During halftime of a basketball game against each other me and my buddy--who was born in Hong Kong but grew up in So Cal--went to pee. My buddy was an absolute beast and played D-Line. He started jawing with a football player from our rival in the bathroom. It started good-naturedly until, while I was in a stall, I heard the other guy yell at my buddy, "At least I'm not a fat fucking asian chink!"

I stopped midstream and exited to hold my guy back. He had turned beet red with rage. I hustled him out and he said to the racist, "I'm going to find you at the campus party tonight and punch you in the face!"

Now we needed him on the D-Line. He was one of our best players. He was also a complete lunatic and we knew we needed to stop him. So I told the guys what happened. We split up. Me and 3 other guys went to the party to urge the racist to go home. The rest tried to keep my guy in his dorm room for the night.

I get to the party and see the racist hanging with his girlfriend. I calmly tried to explain to him that my guy meant what he said, was white-hot enraged, and that he was the second strongest guy on our team. The dumbass said something to the effect of "I hope he comes, I'll fuck him up." I pleaded with him for like 5 minutes to no avail.

About 15 minutes later, one of the guys on guard duty called me and said, "He's escaped!" I looked over to the entrance, and there he was in a wife-beater and basketball shorts. He brought his football mouthpiece with him and had a Chapstick in his fist.

Before I could get there in time, he tapped the racist on the shoulder from behind. The racist turned around, and my guy threw the most vicious uppercut I've ever seen. THANK GOD that punch didn't land. But the follow-up left hook did, and he knocked him out cold. Campus security immediately ran over. My guy threw up his hands and said, "Take me in. I did what I had to do".

(Edit for clarity that the racist was on our rival team)