I was pitching in a baseball game. Their ‘heavy hitter’ came up, but I knew he couldn’t hit my fastball. The first one zinged by him, but the second one he ripped. Apparently, I finished my pitch and went into a fielding stance and the ball went off my forehead. I was told I dropped like a burlap sack of warm meat.
I was taken to the hospital and for 131 hours, I was out. I don’t remember anything after hearing the crack of the bat. I woke up slowly and had a slight headache, but no brain damage (contrary to what those other mothers say) and some stiff muscles.
The guy who hit the ball was grateful I hadn’t died. I was somewhat pleased as well.
On a brighter note, my ex-wife at the time stood beside me the whole time and no we are back together and closer than we ever were.