As a youngster (16 yo), I umpired (baseball) in a league that had a hard time getting someone to coach a team. Teams were neighborhood/development related. This one team finally got a former semi-pro player to manage. After having tossed him a half-dozen times in a month, I finally forfeited a game when he refused to leave.
He came after me while changing out of my uniform. He told me he was going to kick my *** and took a swing. Well, back then, masks were basically made of cast iron and I just happened to be holding mine in my left hand when we took a shot. Dumb sh*t broke his hand on my mask as I moved it in front of me for protection. Sometimes the feather weight masks may not be the best suited for the job at hand.
Couldn't happen to a nicer guy.