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When I was 14 I lost a fly ball in the lights and caught it in the face.
I woke up laying in the middle of left field covered in blood, my nose cut by the laces and bleeding, both lips busted open and bleeding and my 2 front teeth rearranged so they were laying on top of each other.
I lived in a small town and we only had 9 kids on the team so I refused to quit playing or my buddies would have to forfeit.
That was in the bottom of the 1st inning. I went 3 for 4 that night with 3 RBIs.
It's either that or being involved in the great pushball war of 89 during our battalion field day. Nearly 30 people went to the hospital that day for various sprains, dislocations and broken bones.
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