I have tons of sports stories from over the years.
In my first year of Senior League baseball, my team faced a starting pitcher who ended up being drafted by the Rangers. He was 17, I was 14. He was throwing in the high 80's, low 90's. The mother fucker hit me all three times I faced him. The first time was on my thigh, which left stitch marks. The second was off my bicep, which left stitch marks. And the third time was off my ankle which left stitch marks and a purple welt the size of a golf ball. That thing stayed there for like six months. Never faced him again. So whenever I see him, I always bring up that I have a spotless on-base percentage against him.
In lacrosse in high school, I was in goal, and one of the opposing forwards cut across the middle for a pass. As soon as he got the ball one of my defensemen came in and clocked the shit out of him, jabbing his fists and stick into the kids neck. The game was stopped while a helicopter came and took him to the hospital. That was unreal. Never heard what happened to him either...
My middle school basketball team didn't lose a game in the three years I was there, yet we never won a State Championship. Back then middle school basketball didn't have a tournament in my state. It was just by rankings.
I scored the only touchdown in my life the last game of my senior year when I picked off a pass and returned it for the score. We were winning by two scores and there was only three or four minutes left. The opposing team were driving down the field on us thanks to a couple 20+ yard passes. I nearly fell flat on my face when I leaped in front of the receiver for the ball. I'm not the fastest guy in the world. Luckily the pass was near the sideline so when I picked it off, I was pretty much by myself.