I don't think I've ever told this story to either board...
Back in 1991, I was a freshman in high school, and used to take public transportation to get to school. We lived near a magnet high school, and on some days, the kids on the buses going to the school would make fun of me and call me names while I waited at the bus stop. Most days, I just ignored it. But one day, I decide to flip off one of the buses as the kids started their shit.
About 5 minutes later, 4 of them showed up at the corner where I was standing. After talking some shit for a minute or so, I was told I better say I'm sorry...so I did.
After that, one of the kids wanted my jacket...it was a Penn State jacket. Kinda like one of those Starter jackets that were really popular back in the late 80s/early 90s, but I think mine was made by Champion. At this point, I thought they were just fucking with me, so I coolly said, "I'm not giving you my jacket."
Next thing I knew, I felt a fist hit me in the neck...apparently, they missed my jaw. Then I felt a fist to my nose. I immediately dropped to the ground on my stomach, hoping to avoid any more injury. They then took off.
Fortunately, I only suffered a mildly broken nose that required no surgery. No one saw what happened, and the kids were never caught. That was the last fight I was in...though it really wasn't a fair one, obviously.
Anyway, that's my story that relates to Penn State...carry on...