Those guys were fucking nuts. Clearly.
Having dealt with a number of "rackings" in my lifetime, it took me by surprise (very painfully) when I spent 20 minutes retching and trying to catch my breath, and another fifteen to feel up to walking, much less jumping, after an "incidence" playing volleyball some 20 years ago – who wears a cup playing V-Ball? [Okay, okay ... it was probably more like 28 to 30 years ago, but you get old and time references get flexibly convenient and flattering.]
The only upside was that it was a very, very hot woman who was the cause of the "problem." She was a novice and sidled under me as I jumped to block a shot. My "guys" wound up sliding, extremely compressed, from the back of her head to her oh-so-luscious butt.
Fortunately for me, she was very, very willing to play nurse maid and "make things right" for me that night.
End of revisionist story.