In 8th grade, the coach called me "Flintstone" hands (hands like rocks), cause I had a tendency to drop the ball when it was being tossed to me as a runningback. I was fast as shytt, but it took me a minute to coordinate myself. On the field, its one thing, but he called me out in front of the whole school during middle school spirit week, or whatever you called it, in front of the entire damn school. He calls all the players names, you stand up , and the crowd claps for you. So he called my name added "Flintsone" as a middle name.
I couldn't go up and drop kick the coach, plus only the players and coaches really knew what he meant....wasn't really upset, but I felt some kind of way
The next year, I was starting running back on the 9th grade team, and remember he was standing on the sidelines watching. I nodded my head after running a play and seeing him. That's my not catching the ball, messing with your manhood story.
To be fair he called everybody "Stupe" as in Stupid...that shyt was funny, so we all got that work verbally when we would fuuck up a play....... but I just remember that happening.