There could have been several titles to this blog:
Turning the Other Cheek
I’m Running Out of Cheeks
What Was I Thinking
Time To Take Up Non-Contact Sports
Yes, I’m A Klutz
Will I Ever Learn
Very early in the first softball game this afternoon I had a Line Drive hit to me at my position of Rover in the outfield. I was in perfect position, I bent down a bit to make sure I made the catch, and then let the ball fly right over my glove where it was stopped in a hurry……by my face. And this time it was the opposite cheek from the previous incident.
I sat there for a few seconds trying to figure out whether my teeth were still all there. Once I determined that all the Chiclet’s were in place and functioning somewhat normally I walked off the field and started looking for an Ice Pack. I’ve really had a tough time playing ball this year, but at least I have matching marks and very shortly will have another black eye to match the one from last month. Just in time to head out to a dinner and play on Wednesday I’m sure.
This time Sylvia was there to witness the event, and she looked after me really well, including making a very soft dinner later, as it does hurt to chew.
Well I’ve put it off long enough, here’s the result of my latest incident.
And here’s what it looked like in the mirror later when it started to swell a bit. Pretty.
Next year tiddly winks or billiards, I promise. (but I’m probably not telling the truth, am I)