It's ok to laugh... really
I look like a boxer out of central casting today.
This is because last night in the bottom of the forth inning, I tried to catch a towering fly ball hit by the other team's cleanup hitter. He hit it almost to the wall, but I was playing back and was camped out under it. I watched as the ball came down standing with my glove open....
...and the ball hit me in the face. I still don't quite know how it happened, but damn did it hurt. Today the top of my eye is swollen and my eyelid is a nice shade of purple. My team has now taken to calling me "One Eye."
I guess the moral of the story is "Don't catch the ball with your face."
This is because last night in the bottom of the forth inning, I tried to catch a towering fly ball hit by the other team's cleanup hitter. He hit it almost to the wall, but I was playing back and was camped out under it. I watched as the ball came down standing with my glove open....
...and the ball hit me in the face. I still don't quite know how it happened, but damn did it hurt. Today the top of my eye is swollen and my eyelid is a nice shade of purple. My team has now taken to calling me "One Eye."
I guess the moral of the story is "Don't catch the ball with your face."