I've caught the nose of my saddle on my chamois before but never to this extent! Yowzer.

Besides being a member of the V-club, I also have a related injury story. In high school, I was playing one-on-one BB with my friend one day at my house. He was backing into me to get closer to the basket. He faked going up and I bit. As I started coming down, sliding against his back, he went up. He had two pencils in his back pocket...pointing up. I had to dig two pencil tips out my sac and then go tell my mom. She handed me a bottle of alcohol and some cotten swabs, told me to go clean it really well and to let her know if I needed to see the doc.

And in yet another related story...for many years at my daughter's school's annual Silent Auction fundraiser, one parent, a Urologist, each year donated a vasectomy. It was funny to watch the men cruise by the table to make sure their wives weren't bidding on it. Funnier still...the guy's name was Dr. Richard Chopp...but his friends called him Dick!