I have people who do that for me.
The last time I was in a fist fight I was evenly matched w/ my best friend and we just beat the piss out of each other on a hot summer day for no reason at all. Except perhaps the newness of testosterone, we were about 5th or 6th grade IIRC.
An adult came by and asked us why we were fighting. Sheepishly we admitted we didn't know. He then took the two of us and the assembled horde to the corner and bought us all italian ices.
Of course to paraphrase Jimmy Carter: I have beaten the shit out of other people in my heart, just the other day in fact...