Actually, that reminds me, I do have a story to tell. I was in about the 5th grade when this happened:
I was over at my neighbor's house. He and a friend of mine were playing Tecmo Bowl on the NES. It was nearing the end of the game and my friend was up by a couple points. He paused the game and got up to go to the bathroom or get a drink or something.
My neighbor, sneaky bastard that he was, unpaused the game and scored an unscrupulous touchdown. When my friend came back, he saw what had happened, and somehow my neighbor put the blame on me. Of course I denied it. So my friend, fat bastard that he was, pinned me to the ground, started twisting my arm and inflicting various other types of pain. I was unable to free myself from his tremendous girth, but I would not confess, as I was not guilty. I think my friend had it in for me, as our friendship had started with my slamming his head repeatedly into the pavement, and had been punctuated by such events as me giving his cousin a bloody nose with a snowball, and shooting my friend in the head with his own BB gun. So it took a while to 'convince' him of my innocence.
At any rate, he eventually got up and proceeded to lay the smack down on my neighbor as well. So let this be a lesson: don't cheat!