My dad was an olympic lifter in high school. he was captain of team during his time and had some quite impressive lifts. Real oldschool hardcore type, ya know, ass to the ground squats and whatnot.
Fastforward a few years later, when i'm in the third grade, my dad and I are having a catch. We were about ten or so feet away and i throw it to him, he was'nt paying attention and the ball hit him square in the nose. Now keep in mind, i'm no Cy young, especially at about 8 years old. My dad let out an agonizing scream and blood literally spurted out of his nose uncontrollably. He was rushed to the hospital and suffered a broken nose.
Moral of the story...I guess my dad is a wimp for not continuing to play catch with me. When someone REALLY breaks their nose it's quite the blood-gusher. I guess he thought getting it fixed right away was more sensible then playing catch with me until he lost enough blood and fainted or worse.