Just got back from about 2 weeks of traveling. I'll relate a quick story:
a few weeks ago, I had an AWFUL fall playing basketball. Guy undercut me when I was about at the top of my jump, and landed square on my kidney. Huge amount of pain, and could barely walk. I'm in a rec league, fairly competitive, and a few days later we had a game where 3 or four guys had to miss. I love this group of guys, and am clearly the worst player on the team (I didn't used to be, but the last year I'm loosing steam fast). I usually just play when one of the younger guys want a rest.
We only had four other guys, so I had planned to go and just watch, but suited up so the team wouldn't forfeit. I had felt decent, but about 2 minutes in, gave a teammate a pick, and when his player went through me (legal, but *very* hard), it twisted my back and I could BARELY move after that. Clearly in a lot of pain, but not bad enough that I couldn't stick it out. I was like a turnstile on defense, though. We went to a 2-3 with me in the middle to try and hide it.
Anyway, the team we played was much better than us (even if we were healthy and our best players were there). And they were blowing us out, and I was a little salty about it. And then they started dunking and trash talking. Somehow it was made worse that they were a bunch of shtty ex-business-school white guy type jokers. So there was one guy who just dunked on us with about 2 minutes left was talking trash the whole game -- and we were on offense, and I went to pick him but can't really move, or pick, or do anything useful, so I just grabbed a handful of shirt and held on. He got incredulous and yelled at the referee. I dunno what I was thinking, but I was pissy and maybe wanted to just get kicked out.
As we were running back down the court, and he's still yelling at the ref, he also says to me, "do that again and see what happens." He's younger than me, and bigger than me, and faster than me, and I basically am walking on one leg. But I'm old man angry, so in the middle of the court, I just grab a handful of shirt again and hold on. He's a little confused and tries to get away, but I hold on. He finally gets away. He's aping at the ref, who appears to be ignoring it, and asked what the hell I think I'm doing. I told him I just wanted to "see what happens," which, as best I could tell, was him being a baby. He again appeals to the ref, who lets time run out.
I'm not sure what I was going for. Had he decided to back up his words, he would have certainly flattened me. And frankly, I was almost looking for something to put me out of my misery. In retrospect, I am super thankful that he didn't rise to the bait. It appears that I still have some growing up to do. I'm just glad my daughter wasn't there.