When I were a lad
I would react to that sodding Sagat or M Bison defeating me soundly for the nth time in a row by throwing the Joypad at the floor in disgust.
Never once was I or the joypad injured, nor the occassional friend, little brother or parent who also happened to be in the room.
I do recall a time where my much older cousin reacting to being defeated by his 16 year old relative by twirling the joypad on its cable sling style and firing it against the wall, where it shattered into a million pieces.
One of the pieces bounced off me, but I obviously forgot to inform anyone about this injury or I, too, could have been a statistic.
Luckily, I'm a bit more precious about my PS3 joypads than I was about my Megadrive ones and they have never once been in danger of being thrown at the wall. Perhaps I'm just a but calmer in my old age or perhaps it's just the fact that despite having to repeat that bloody mission in Assassin's Creed 2 for the gazillionth time, I appreciate the expense to replace it these days.
There was probably some sort of moral in that spiel, but I can't be arsed looking for it now.