Many years ago while in the Air Force and stationed in Korea, my squadron played an officers vs enlisted game to raise money for a local orphanage we supported. The E's were killing the O's (big surprise there, huh?
) when one of the O's trying to take a charge on a fast break, caught a knee to a most delicate part of the anatomy. The O's "coach" for the game was a hot, young, blonde 2nd lieutenant who was dressed to kill in a short black dress and spiked heels. She came prancing out on the court to check on her injured player. As she got to him and asked if he was okay, the guy mustered enough energy to say as loudly as he could, "Coach, kiss my injury". The house came down as she turned about 12 shades of red.
Okay, full disclosure, I was the injured player.