"I was in Grade 8, we had this new kid named Caleb move to our town. He came from a rough home in a different city and had been sent to live with is aunt and uncle in our small little town. Anyways, he managed to fit in pretty well and became friends with most of the boys in fairly short order.

So, one day at recess, all the boys are playing basketball outside on a cement pad with hoops at either end. Caleb, hoping to show off how tough he is, decides to start not playing by the rules. He’s committing hard fouls, literally punching other kids in the arm when they went up for shots, he missed one time and punched a kid in the face. And he says “what, we’re playing by street rules?”. A couple days later, he’s still doing this and still using the same excuses. We’ve all told him to stop and play normal, but he won’t.

So I decide it’s time to teach him a lesson. I get the ball right under the hoop, fake like I’m going up for the shot to get him off his feet. Then I bend at the hips and get really low. His knees basically come in contact with my side and he does a full flip and lands flat on his @$$. I stand back up, make my shot, and say “street rules, right?”. It’s at this point I notice he’s actually in quite a lot of pain. Turns out he broke his tailbone. But when he recovered, you better damn well believe he played basketball by the rules."