It's not major - but I'm sporting a nasty deep muscle bruise in my left thigh that has yet only resulted in a good bit of swelling and a pronounced limp (I can't wait for it to start making colors). Crewing for a feller on a Hobie Tiger, we got a little overzealous and pitchpoled with me on the wire. I saw it coming (and it looked very unrecoverable), blew the chute, grabbed the shroud and stuck my leg in on the boat right behind the partially raised daggerboard in an attempt to keep my weight back. The skipper had the same instinct to stay to the back of the boat but unknowningly found the back of my knee as a great foot step. With the boat vertically on it's nose for what felt like an eternity, my thigh supported both my weight strung out the side of the boat and skipper-doodle's weight on the other side with the pointy end of the daggerboard. I should have bought the ticket for the trip around the forestay.