Good for you, guys!
and to clarify...I'm basically talking about them being direspectful and confrontational...like some high school shit....ofcourse if they were to put you in a life threatening situation, you should try to take them out...
See...right now I'm going through something at the Golf course with this one old fart...we play Poker together and in Low Ball tourneys sometimes...
This old fart keeps taking jabs at me...making condescending, snide comments...he's a long tenured member with pull at the club...all the other old farts just take his shit...I haven't seen anyone check him in months...but this fucker don't know me like that...
I helped our group win the tourney the other day...this guy don't give me knuckles...doesn't say one "Good shot."...nothing...it's ALL negative...I could have sworn he even spit on my Golf bag out the corner of my eye after I made a big birdie on a hole...

Anyway...I've just been nodding my head at him all these months...tight lipped...since I'm fairly new there...
Well...we were grouped together again today...and I was playing horrible...
This fucker's telling me my clubs are all wrong for me...my putting stance and routine is shitty...he says alot of these things tongue in cheek, but he's not my bro...and I wouldn't take this shit in a normal scenario...
It comes to a head after the round at the Poker table today...he's telling the other hunchbacks about my clubs and routine...and that I didn't help the team at all...
I tell him once..."I do what I do because I'm trying to be the best I can be out there...this is my way...you got your way...leave it at that..."
Hands go by...he says some other shit...I'm getting madder and madder, basically about the audacity and on principle, and it's written all over my face...I look at him and the others in the eyes with a smirk and say.."is this how you old farts get your jollies? trying to get a rise out of the young boy?...I'm a nice guy...I'm taking shit here...but don't take advantage...."
More hands go by...the main old fart tells me to hold the deck down when I deal because I'm "showing the fucking cards"..which I wasn't...
I lay the flop and set the deck down slowly....he says, "oh we got him going now, boys"....the room's silent...I look dead at him and say clearly with bass...
"Ok. I've been playing this game with you long enough, George...biting my tongue...trying to be respectful of my elders....but I'mma let you in on something...you can't fuck with me....I'm
unfuckable.....matter of fact...I'm taking your money right now.....how's that feel, oldtimer? We sit here long enough, and I'll be digging into your pension..."
at this time, the other crusty fuckers (some cool, some not) sit straight up in their chairs..not making a noise...
then we just play the hand (limit Poker)....I bet 10...3 callers...I bet 20 on the turn...3 callers....the river comes...I say, "and I check."...George says, "you check after all bettin' all serious like that?...what if I bet?"...and I say..."then I'm gonna raise THE FUCK outta you. I'm just showing mercy. Check out, old man."
Everyone checks, and we show.
I lay down Aces full of Kings...a couple of guys say good hand as I rake in the bills....I thank them and say to George..."Now you know."...I get my shit and leave.
Long story...but I felt good about that today...if he decides to test the waters some more, the next step is me cracking his liver spotted skull open....