Growing tensions were released in fists of fury two nights ago on the road back to the hotel from our show in Rochester. 
 
Things were fine until I reached for some chips that Terry was passing back to Jordan when, for some reason, Scott decides to charlie horse my forearm while my hand is in the bag. Twice. If you're a guy, you've had this done to you, (usually in High School). When your arm is doing something in a flexing motion, say, grabbing some chips, your foe can provide a stinging blow with very little ease. It's a cheap shot. 
 
So the punching begins. I'm strapped into the driver's seat, Scott is behind me swinging back. At first I'm just hitting legs, then gradually move to arms. Then I feel a pop to my forehead. This is where things take a turn for the worse, and we're in full contact by now to the chest, face and head. Again, Scott goes for the dirty move, by grabbing my head in a full nelson and twisting - mind you I'm still strapped into the driver's seat. Luckily we were at a stop light. 
 
The twisting of my head, Scott procedes - taking full advantage of the fact that I cannot unleash the Full Fury that is Barry Privett on him, due to my vehicular constraints. So I grab for what I can that will get his attention, which happened to be his hair. Scott squeals like a 6 year old on the playground, "He's pulling my hair!" As if he's surprised. 
 
More punching happens and somewhere in the fight we lock eyes confirming that if this continues, it could get ugly.  
 
So we stop. And I drive on to the next light. This is when the spit hit the van. I'm looking forward with both hands on the wheel, like a good driver should, when I feel this spray coming from the back, which would be Scott spitting beer from his mouth all over me, the dash, the windshield. 
 
Unshackled myself from the seat, did I, and proceded to climb back and pummel scott. I pummeled well. He pummeled back, though feabily, for I am the Rulah and he is but a minion. Carter got in on the action (he would later claim that he was merely protecting his mandolin.right.) he puts both feet on each of scott and me. So then Scott and I briefly form an alliance to get Carter. While this is going on, I feel a tug at my boxers and See that Carter is attempting, quite successfully, the Wedgey Move. I would have had things under control, but The Milstead turns against me once more - another cheap shot - making my life more difficult. 
 
I ignore Scott, however, for he is but a gnat bothering a Giant, and focus on retaliating Carter's wedgey with the Counter Wedge move on his pants. His were newer, and all lacey, so it was tough. Meanwhile, Carter has my underwear, I must admit, quite authoritatively over my head. I pulled hard and managed to break the seam on his, but by this time carter has the entire elastic piece from mine fully detached and is working on pulling the ring over my head to claim victory. I meanwhile put my feet on him and 'row back' with his elastic, now stretched to about a size 96, or about an 8 foot diameter, whichever comes first...but still no breakage. If I were to let go, I would have taken his head off. 
 
The wedgey war, Carter did win. Many bruises did have Scott and Barry. Meanwhile the car is still parked at the traffic light, but luckily no cops. I strapped my remaining underwear around my knotty forehead and we went to the donut shop and filled up on some much-deserved calories. The undie garter belt that was once my waisteband now hangs from the rear view mirror of the van. 
 
Oh, and the shows have been really good too, thanks for the great turn out everyone.