Back around 1968 I was playing racquetball and, anticipating my opponent's next "kill" shot, I headed from the back wall toward the front wall to get there in time to deal with it. As I moved forward the opponent slammed the ball and on his follow through hit me right at the corner of my right eye. He was an extremely strong player and a gash was made with the racquet and my eye popped out a little. I remember just moving it back in ...... then down the the University Hospital, a few stitches later and that was that. Pretty scary though.
That ankle yesterday was a trip too. ;-)