Curt Schilling's Bloody Sock can fucking do one.

[Tonker]

Bernhard Carl "Bert" Trautmann, German goalkeeper who fought for three years on the Eastern Front as a paratrooper - earning, amongst other things, an Iron Cross - and ended up as a POW in Lancashire, England.  He refused repatriation at the end of the war and signed on to play for Manchester City F.C., eventually being named Footballer of the Year in 1956.  Perhaps most famous for playing the last twenty minutes of the 1956 FA Cup Final with a BROKEN FUCKING NECK:

"In the 75th minute, Trautmann, diving at an incoming ball, was knocked out in a collision with Birmingham's Peter Murphy in which he was hit in the neck by Murphy's right knee. No substitutes were permitted, so Trautmann, dazed and unsteady on his feet, carried on. For the remaining 15 minutes he defended his net, making a crucial interception to deny Murphy once more. Manchester City held on for the victory, and Trautmann was the hero of the final because of his spectacular saves in the last minutes of the match"

"His neck continued to cause him pain, and Prince Philip commented on its crooked state as he gave Trautmann his winner's medal. Trautmann attended that evening's post-match banquet despite being unable to move his head, and went to bed expecting the injury to heal with rest. As the pain did not recede, the following day he went to St George's Hospital, where he was told he merely had a crick in his neck which would go away. Three days later, he got a second opinion from a doctor at Manchester Royal Infirmary. An X-ray revealed he had dislocated five vertebrae in his neck, the second of which was cracked in two."

They don't make 'em like that any more, ladies and gentlemen.  Auf wiedersehen, Bert.

[Bort]

I'm just amazed that the vocalist for Bauhaus played for Birmingham.

[Brownie]

So Curt Schilling is still alive? Thanks for nothin', Tonk.

[J. Walter Weatherman]

So Curt Schilling is still alive? Thanks for nothin', Tonk.

[Bort]

So Curt Schilling is still alive? Thanks for nothin', Tonk.