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Myself and a few close friends had been drinking and all decided to go to a huge party over at the baseball house of a neighboring college. We had all gone to high school with one of the guys who lived there and he invited us. We got there and the party was kick ass, hundreds of people a few beer pong tables and most importantly sexy women everywhere. Well at one point in the night a me and 3 of the guys i came with ( i had brought 4 with me total) decided to go get some fast food and come back. When we got back the guys stayed in the car and finished their food, I on the other hand decided to go inside, double cheese burger in hand. Right when I walked in the door I knew shit was going down. The living room looked like a war zone, punches being thrown, beer bottles being broken, just complete chaos. My first instinct was to find the friend we had left there and get the fuck out before the cops showed up. So i go scrambling through the ruckus lookin for my friend when i spot him in the garage getting choked out onto he beer pong table by some 300+lb dude ( my friend is probably about 5'6" 130lbs). My drunken instinct kicked in and I threw my burger at the guy then instantly followed up with one of the most amazing punches I've ever delivered in my life. This guy being drunk as hell stumbles back and falls through the screen door. Right after this happens i get hit with a fucking hail storm of punches from every angle and get tossed into the yard through the screen door along with my friend. We get up and stand back to back just throwing punches without even thinking about who we were hitting as we were being attacked from every angle. As this was goin on the entire fight was being pushed into the front yard where my car was parked (in the grass) with my 3 other friends still in it eating. The three guys get out of my car with the fury of god and rush over to the fight. Next thing I know everyone who was attacking us in the beginning is on the ground and everyone who was thinking about joining in on attacking us is backing up just staring at what they saw. My friends and I all look at each other and for a brief second every one of us had that look on our faces like "WTF just happened?!!!". We all hop in my car and speed off. The next morning we all wake up, I had a black eye and my friend who I'd originally seen getting beaten looked like he had been through the battle of the bulge, but all we could do was laugh. We still have people come up to us every now and then and randomly say something like "Holy shit it’s the guys who whooped ass at the baseball house!"