While we were at little league practice (first year coach pitch) last night, I hit my son in the shoulder with a pitch. They were taking batting practice and it’s safe to say that I was struggling with the command of the ever changing strike zone. We made a call to the bullpen not long after.
If there was any good news, it was that it was one of the “softer” hardballs (isn’t that an oxymoron?). I had actually taken that one out of play, but somehow it made it back in and happened to be the one that “got away” from me. Rumor has it that the “Juggs Gun” clocked me at around 5 mph. “K-zone” showed that my son was clearly hogging the plate.
After the benches cleared and some tense moments, he stepped back in for some more hacks no worse for the wear. Then again, he might have just been envisioning hitting one back up the middle for revenge. In all seriousness, it wasn’t all that bad. The little girl that took one in the face on a teammates throw from third didn’t fare as well. I think I understand why soccer is so big now….
Ouch! My daughter plays softball and we played a team last year that had a HORRIBLE pitcher. I mean HORRIBLE. Almost every single girl on our team got to take the base for being hit (I don’t think baseball does that but in softball if you get hit by the pitch you automatically go to first.) I am one of the assistant coaches and the head coach and I were talking and she told the girls that there would be a bruise competition and whoever had the worst bruise at the end of the game got a free Sonic drink. Well, my daughter won with a humongous bruise on her lower back – right in the middle. They were all hurt somewhere but they wore it like a badge of honor. 🙂
Eric had his first baseball practice last night. This is our first year. He was so excitied and had a lot of fun. Of course, Dad was saving lives last night at the hospital. He got hit in the shin from a ground ball but quickly recovered. He drew a nice picture in the dirt.