okay.
So this is back in elementary school. I stole like twenty pogs from my brother and went out into the courtyard confident and proud. I lose all but two pogs. My arch-nemesis (yeah I had one of those back then) challenges me to a ten per-side game, and I can't back down. So in order to play this game, I had to win three straight games against kids with multi-dollar smashers, and me a rock (lost mine in one of the games).
I actually win the three games, then use six pogs and my pokemon red (I had blue so this wasn't a big deal) for a smasher and I think ten dollars, and his dog (this part of the trade was later halted by his parents).
I use my new smasher to defeat my enemy, then return home just in time to give my brother back his twenty pogs before my mom got home.
This story was super-intense because if I got in trouble, I wouldn't be able to play in an upcoming hockey tournament.
Also, the kid grew up to be a douchebag.