Bring in the gimp!
So occasionally my roommate and I go out to a field with a bucket of balls and bats and throw/hit. I usually pitch and he usually bats because… well, I like to throw things and he likes to hit things. We haven’t done it that much this year so last Sunday was the first time we went in a long time, probably since a year ago. Seeing as how we’ve both had our fair share of sprains and injuries the past year (he managed to have both ankles sprained at the same time and resprained them as well but those comical stories are for another time), we figured somehow we’d be limping off the field by the time we were done. So I got warmed up (not really, it was only like 10 tosses) and said I was good to go. Before I actually threw my first pitch, I told him to step out of the batter’s box and I’d just throw one because it’s been so long. The pitch was WAY high hitting the backstop (at least it made it that far) and I said I was ready. He reluctantly looked at me… looked at where the ball hit the backstop… put on a helmet and said ok. So on approximately the 4th pitch, it came straight up the middle. It was a line drive to my left knee. In case you’ve ever wondered, yes, it hurts. I was down on the mound for a good few minutes and he said, “I think we’re done for the day.” Well, one out of two limping home ain’t bad…
