I still have a faint welt scar from over a year ago. I was reffing at my field, and crossing to do a paint check on a player. Just as I stepped in front of a bunker that was hiding a player, whom I did not know was in there he was so quiet, he stuck out his angel and unleashed a string of about 10 balls point blank into the inside of my left knee. You know the tender fleshy part just above the joint. Blood, screams the whole nine yards. Limped the rest of the day.It sucked.