In little league I played second base and in the middle of an inning once a bee flew between my waistline and nascent pubic hair region and stung me. Hard. I started hooting and running around and the game was disrupted between pitches and a freakin' DOCTOR came out of the stands to see what was wrong with the tard in the infield. Pretty freaking embarassing with the hands down the pants, etc.
Kinda funny now, though.