This reminds me of the time I was about 22 and was lifting some weights with a couple bull riders. They had me convinced to go and give it a whirl one night outside a local bar where they had a small rodeo arena. I was in until one of them told me the story about a bull landing on his family jewels. It's been a few years but I'm pretty sure he said they were both the size of an orange. I decided it wasn't for me.
