I just thought of probably my worst one. My brother never lets me forget this one.
I have a long history of knee problems. I won't go into it as it's a long history. Until my early 20s it was all with my left knee. I tweaked my right one playing hoops at Ravenna Park during my last spring in Seattle. It felt serious when it happened, but it loosened up surprisingly fast and I kind of forgot about it.
That summer I joined my brother's men's slow pitch team for a couple of weekend tourneys per month. I was playing third base, with an expensive custom brace on my left knee, and muffed a hard grounder. After the dust settled, still pissed at myself for the error, I kicked at the ground like a fucking spoiled adolescent. I think I was expecting to just brush the dirt, but instead my cleats caught, the rest of my leg kept going, and I heard/felt that sickly, muted series of pops that comes from deep inside your knee as shit is tearing.
It nearly crumpled me, but instead I just started hopping/gimping in a little circle...wondering if I could walk or even stand on it. The other team's base coach and the runner who had come in to third on the play both saw what happened and were quick to show their Nebraska classiness, which I did not want at the moment. I think half of my team saw the whole thing too but I'm pretty sure they didn't give a fuck if I was OK or have any interest in helping me if I needed it.
I managed to play a few more games at first base and finish out the tourney but I was mostly useless. My ACL was torn and the chunk of meniscus that came out on that one was a personal record. It's easily the most disgraceful, embarrassing, damaging, stupid thing I've ever done during a sporting event. The next time I played a softball game I was wearing custom braces on both knees. My friends mockingly called me Terminator...with nothing even slightly complimentary intended. Dicks.