I played D1 baseball in college. I played mostly outfield but our 2nd baseman was also a relief pitcher and I would move in to play 2nd when he was on the mound. In my final season, a guy that looked a hell of a lot like Kyle Schrwarber turned on a ball and hit a top spin rocket right at me. I tried to short hop it, chest and eyes down like I was taught from the time I was 10, the ball kicked almost straight up and hit me on the bridge of the nose and right eye socket, both were broken. The broken bone in my nose punctured the skin and blood sprayed everywhere. I could hear the crowd screaming as I walked around looking for the ball which ended up in left field.
The injuries healed pretty quickly, I was able to play again just a few weeks later, but the urge to flinch is permanent. That was more than a sting.
The injuries healed pretty quickly, I was able to play again just a few weeks later, but the urge to flinch is permanent. That was more than a sting.