I was at a volleyball camp in high school and we were doing a drill where everyone would get in a circle facing inwards with a volleyball, and one person would stand in the middle. The camp was pretty good, so that's like 50 people.
Anyway, the goal of the drill was for everyone with a ball to spike it at the person in the middle, and they had to get one "touch" on every ball. I was doing great when it came to be my turn, until the last 5 or 10 people.
Just as I was recovering from getting a hand on one spike, another ball came flying at my face and hit me pretty square, knocked my glasses off and gave me a little cut below my cheek. Naturally, I put my hands up to my face to prevent any further damage, and leaned back as well.
The thing about this drill was everytime someone spiked, you had to have your ball in the air ready to spike directly after that so there wasn't any time for the person in the middle to reset. Thus, as I'm leaning back holding my face, I get a full-on volleyball spike to my junk, and proceed to collapse in the middle of the gym floor in the fetal position, one hand surveying the damage to my face, the other gingerly protecting my boys from further assault.
Apparently it was a hilarious event that most people remember fondly, as I still to this day have one or two people I knew outside of the camp remind me of that particular drill almost every time they see me. Not only that, they always feel the need to share this story with any of our friends who might not have heard it.
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