I have a few that come to mind:
1) 7th grade basketball. My teammate and I go up for a rebound together. He mistimed his jump and I did not. As he was coming down, I was going up and my nails gouged skin right off of his arm. It was still underneath my nails and freaks me out to this day.
2) High school football. I was a strapping young 5' 100 lbs with a 10lb backpack and LOVED getting hit. So during tackling drills I always wanted to go against our 200+ guys. Well I went for the hips. He tried to high step out of the way and his knee came up/across my face and knocked me the **** out.
3) Another football scrimmage. I played DB and sweeping around the TE on a run stop. I took a block in the back and was knocked down. Well the large RB came right to me, stepped on my hand and made his pivot. He cleats fit perfectly between my finger joints and managed to dislocate my four fingers in one move.
4) This was 8th grade football. I was playing OLB and again rushing to stop a run play. I couldn't get a solid hit on the guy so I leaped to just try to grab him and slow him down. I did get a good grab...of his pants and proceeded to hold on for dear life. He drug me for 5-10 yards before his pants eventually fell to his ankles and he couldn't move anymore. I don't know what took my teammates so damn long!!
...it's no wonder my parents didn't want me to play anymore
1) 7th grade basketball. My teammate and I go up for a rebound together. He mistimed his jump and I did not. As he was coming down, I was going up and my nails gouged skin right off of his arm. It was still underneath my nails and freaks me out to this day.
2) High school football. I was a strapping young 5' 100 lbs with a 10lb backpack and LOVED getting hit. So during tackling drills I always wanted to go against our 200+ guys. Well I went for the hips. He tried to high step out of the way and his knee came up/across my face and knocked me the **** out.
3) Another football scrimmage. I played DB and sweeping around the TE on a run stop. I took a block in the back and was knocked down. Well the large RB came right to me, stepped on my hand and made his pivot. He cleats fit perfectly between my finger joints and managed to dislocate my four fingers in one move.
4) This was 8th grade football. I was playing OLB and again rushing to stop a run play. I couldn't get a solid hit on the guy so I leaped to just try to grab him and slow him down. I did get a good grab...of his pants and proceeded to hold on for dear life. He drug me for 5-10 yards before his pants eventually fell to his ankles and he couldn't move anymore. I don't know what took my teammates so damn long!!
...it's no wonder my parents didn't want me to play anymore