I'm pretty sure it was a Prop. Georgia Tech - sons of #######. It's my last game. I stand up and I see something in my field of vision, and I'm worried for a second. Then I realize that's my eyelid. So I exit the pitch for a bit. Blood is flowing from my eye, and my girlfriend (lil Jersey tot) screams, as she has a gander. Mclovin's coach (years later) walks right up to me, like nothing has happened, and tapes my eye to my forehead. JG wasn't going to let me miss my last game.
And the reason we won that game was because a buddy of mine, who just so happened to be the number 8 (not that there's anything wrong with that), went off and scored a couple tries, amongst other heroics.
I took a cleat to the face one time fortunately just below my eye.
Another time we were playing a Charlotte men's team in 7s and their hooker intentionally headbutted me in the scrum (black eye for me). Those guys were dix.