I was lucky that I had good and sane coaches for Little League, whatever they called it right after Little League and Basketball up to 8th grade, that's the main reason we won championships most seasons.
I did have a total jagoff football coach my Freshman year of high school, dude was always in a bad mood like he had a never-ending case of hemorrhoids, didn't matter if it was during football or when he show up as a substitute teacher for one of my classes. Late in the season during special teams practice I sailed through the line un-touched and blocked a punt, it was insanely painful, the pointed end of the ball nailed me in the stomach and the punters foot hit me in the bladder region, thankfully I didn't piss myself since I was severely dehydrated(no water brakes). Instead of staying on the ground, I got up and tried to "walk it off" when I headed back to the sideline, there was a team rule that "you never walk on a football field" being in severe pain I decided to wave that rule, well the jago coach runs onto the field, grabs my face mask and drags me to the sideline, no "good job blocking that punt, are you ok?" it was "YOU NEVER WALK ON MY FIELD" that caused me to mutter "f**k you" he totally lost it and jerked my face mask around screaming "WHAT DID YOU SAY!!!!", for some reason I said "kiss my ass" loudly and mentally prepared to fist fight him, thankfully another coach stepped in and sent me to the locker room. The next day there was a meeting with the Vice Principal, Head Coach of the Varsity and my Freshman team coaches, I played dumb and told them I didn't remember what I said since I was hurting and showed them the bruises from the ball and punters foot, they all cringed when they saw the bruises, my punishment was a bunch of pushups which I didn't mind since it could have been a lot worse.