Five more,
1) As a senior in high school I made it all the way to the semifinals of the Junior Nationals in amateur wrestling before losing to eventual NCAA all-American and MMA fighter Jake Rosholt.
2) As a youth I was in and out of trouble with the law, but the mayor was a family friend so most of my problems were swept under the rug, I realized early on that I was tougher than most people so I settled my problems that way. The worst incident was across the street from my grade school, I got into a fight with some other kid for some reason and I ended up picking him up and throwing him right through the top of a park bench.
3) In the seventh grade I discovered amateur wrestling and stopped being so violent. It wasn't until I was sixteen that I got into another fight and this one was with my step-dad, not my later step-dad Mike who passed away a few years ago, but the dude who just happens to be the father of my two kid brothers. He came home drunk, he was an alcoholic, and smacked my then 5 year old brother across the face and all that rage I'd learned to leave on the mat came back to me. I started beating on him and eventually we ended up outside where I kept on beating on him until the cops came and pulled me off of him. I broke his orbital bone, cracked his collar bone and separated his shoulder, and for that I spent a few months suspended from school and in a Juvy center. I'm still convinced the only reason I was allowed to stay in school was because the police told the Brothers that he hit my little brother.
4) I wrestled a girl my junior year of high school, and unlike the girl from California I would wrestle my senior year in some invitational tournament this one wasn't any good. The contest lasted about four seconds, I shot in under her grip, picked her up and slammed her to the mat, cracking two of her ribs in the process. It was all legal because the side of my body hit the mat a split hair before her. On the one hand I felt bad about injuring someone, but on the other hand it's a competition and that sort of stuff happens.
5) I used to be a youth baseball manager for 13-15 year old kids. I had one kid who was really hard on himself, he was the best pitcher in the league by a mile, but he was always worried he would let his teammates down and that sort of stuff. One game he was losing his cool on the mound (this was with an 8 run lead and he only had two more outs to go to get the win, so you can see how I think he was hard on himself) so I went out to talk to him and we didn't talk baseball. He was a fourteen year old boy so we talked about various hot chicks for a minute or so until his mind was off the game. The catcher thought it was funny that we spent our time on the mound talking about Jessica Simpson and others and told his mom. That mom complained to the board that I was engaging in lewd conduct with the kids on my team and I had to go through a month long review process just to keep coaching. I coached one more year after that, until all the kids I had started with as 13 year olds moved to the next level, and then I quit because of parents getting involved in that way.