The worst altercation I got into I was in little league baseball when I was 11, and honestly, I got it the worst from my stepmom. Everyone else except maybe 4-5 parents handled it as well as they could have. Bottom of the 1st, the batter before me, walking from the on-deck to the plate (and me to the on-deck circle) was swinging his bat around, it slipped, and caught my left hand. We didn't know it at the time but it cracked my middle and ring metacarpals in my left hand. Kid was sorry, ump and coach thought it was just a bad bruise. I still wanted to play and "power" through it. I couldn't really swing the bat when I came up but at the time I thought it was just the pain.
Top of the 2nd on a routine ground ball (me playing 1st) caught the forceout at 1st...right in the glove pocket (keep in mind I'm a rightie). I ended up folding up like lawn furniture. Ump and coach called a time out to reexamine my hand, and they decided I should sit out the rest of the game--in case it was broken. So here I am, an 11 year old kid, walking back to the dugout in teary, red-vision pain to the catcalls of about 4 or 5 parents from my team upset that I didn't get the forceout at 1st (including my stepmom). Thankfully the coach angrily addressed them yelling at them to knock it off because my hand was probably broken. Thankfully all but 1 of the parents shut their cockholsters. The one that didn't? My stepmom, who was now indignant that she had to take me to the doctor.
Prognosis? Metacarpals fractured, oh, and you have the chicken pox. Here's a lollipop, kid.
It still ranks as one of the worst days of my life. In the end things got better aferwards because the coach called and asked about my hand. when I told him it was broken and I had the chicken pox he told me to still suit up for the practices/games once I got over the chicken pox because they wanted me in the dugout with the rest of the team, and the next game I ended up suited up for all of the other parents apologized.
