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I was catching for Madison, which I had no business doing. I'll admit that right out front here. When we got started, I thought to myself, "this isn't such a good idea", but there was nobody else to do it, and she needed to pitch. She had been throwing some pretty wild pitches while warming up, and nothing had hit the glove for about 6 or 8 pitches - everything was going about 3 feet over my head. I recall hearing her talking to herself about modifying something she was doing in her release, and the next thing I knew I was staring at a softball coming at me at about 50mph. I was so not expecting it that I didn't even raise my glove to stop it. I still remember being shocked that it was coming at me the way it was. Next thing I knew, I was on my back.

This is the extent of my injuries, as I was wearing my glasses at the time it happened. I'm convinced that if I hadn't been wearing them, I'd have a shiner the likes of which my face has never known. My glasses are intact, but they flew off my face and landed about 5 feet away. They were all bent out of shape, and they have a scratch on the lens, but nothing serious.

This right here is why I never played softball.