Baseball Is NOT So Friendly

This last weekend Dave decided he wanted to have a home-run derby with he and his buddies. When they were all there the excitement began. I usually pitch, but because it makes me sore, I decided I wanted to catch this time around. As I was headed to the backstop I noticed a ball sitting between the batter and the pitcher. I decided to take a detour and pick it up. When I turned from the path I was on and starting heading into the danger zone, Dave called out warning from the outfield, "watch out honey, I don't want you do get hit!"... you can probably guess what happened next. The pitcher (who I thought would have waited for me to retrieve the stray ball) let it fly, and the batter connected (quite well I might add). At this point I was probalby 15 feet from the pitcher and off to the side a little bit... oh boy did I get nailed. The ball hit me square in the thigh. I blew it off like nothing had happened, but it sure didn't feel pretty, my thigh stung for the next 12 hours. When we were back inside I took a look at the damage. It looked like someone had glued a big bright red cheerio to my leg. The welt was huge and really raised. For whatever reason, the welt was on the outline of a circle, there was nothing in the middle. I would show you a picture, but you don't want to see these pasty thighs. Almost a week later, the welt it obviously gone, but there is a really cool bruise in its place. The bruise in also shaped like a large cheerio, and is really hard. I suppose I am lucky it was my leg and not my face.