He Quit For Good
I played football in the local kids’ league. One kid from another team was basically untouchable as his dad was a major sponsor of the league and would donate money for uniforms, drinks, etc. His son was a pretty good receiver but didn’t like getting hit, and his parents made a big deal of leaving their son alone so he can develop his skills.
He was insufferable. Anytime he scored a TD, he would do over the top celebrations and mock all the other players, his teammates included. Then came high school. Most of the kids from the league ended up in 1 of 2 schools. He went to mine (and some other players). During tryouts, he did well. The coaches were mostly focused on skills and minimal contact during the first few rounds of cuts.
The final round was when things got interesting. Full contact was permitted and he got rocked over and over again. No one was actually trying to tackle any harder than normal, it’s just that this dude didn’t know what to do when he got tackled. So he screamed and cried a lot. He didn’t make the team. Until his dad came down to the school and offered to donate money for uniforms and some other goodies for our sports teams.
So he made the team and again we were told to take it easy on him a bit. So we did. But the other teams didn’t. And he went up against some of the players he mocked previously. And they remembered. Our QB kept passing to him, and he was getting repeatedly smashed. Over and over again. It was the only time our team cheered for the other team. He quit playing football after that.
Story credit: Reddit / MeanElevator