Oh! Oh! I've got one! OK, once when I was about 10 I was into sports (what a strange kid, huh?). Well, I was on a little league basketball team thingy at the YMCA and during one practice, while I was scrimaging around the court with the other kids, our coach was off talking to someone he knew, paying no attention to us (no wonder we didn't win any games... oh, wait,
I was on the team). Anyway, the ball had rolled out of our section of the court and I was going to hastily retrieve it for my team, when out of the frickin' blue comes the coach for the
other team. I grabbed the ball first, then he grabbed it, then I somehow got around to sitting on the floor tugging at the ball. My teammates were yelling at me to "kick the ball", so I did, and in the process unwittingly caught my toe on the coaches sweatpants and kicked him in the place where it hurts the most!
He grabbed me by the neck and called me a butthead and I haven't liked basketball ever since
There's more where that came from, so if you like this one, holler for more.
--"Scary" Larry Wolf