I went to a Catholic High School grades 9-12.  I excelled in sports in Football and Basketball and started in both as a Freshman thru my Senior years.  We  had a  Priest who taught History class and he was a sports nut.   He would attend most practices etc.  Everyone liked this priest as a teacher and just generally as a nice guy.   When I was a Sophomore he asked me after Friday's  practice one day if I would come over to his room for a Pepsi and talk sports.  I said , sure.  I got there and in a priest's room which is like a 10'x10' room, they have room for a standard size bed and usually a small table and single chair.  We SAT down on the bed and talked sports for approx. 10 minutes, then he put his hand on my knee and started going Up Hill towards my, "BUSINESS".  I let a Right Hand "Knuckle Sandwich" go to side of his face, knocked him over the bed and knocked him out for 15-20 seconds.  I called my Mom and Dad, we met with the Principal.  (cont.)