I gave a black eye tonight to one of the boys on our baseball team. A high fly ball that he didn't quite catch. Although his dad finally convinced him not to quit baseball on the spot, he spent the rest of the night edging away every time I came near him.
At least we know he's trainable.
Tuesday, April 17, 2007
The Sun Got In His Eyes
Posted by Snag at 10:40 PM
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Nice. Wound a kid.
You are truly of a different era, Snag.
This happened to a kid when I was in Little League. The ball tore right through his glove and left stitch marks on his face. He got it right on the cheekbone.
Did you tell him to "walk it off"?
Never works, but tradition demands.
The same approach can be used to convince the entire team to wear their cup(s).
I'm a multi-talented guy alright.
Fortunately his dad was there to tell him to shake it off.
We do have a cup check at the beginning of practice. "Alright, everyone rap your crotch." It gets some strange looks.
Billy, please don't encourage Snag. Pretty soon we're going to have to report him to the blog school counselor...
In my day we only had one eye to black I tells ya.
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