Beautiful late summer evening. Softball under the lights. Last game of the season. It all seemed way too familiar. You know: Been there, done that. I've said it often, when things seem to be repeating themselves it is usually for a reason. Fate or something or someone is trying to tell you something. You should listen. Of course, as usual, I wasn't paying attention.
Below you will see the results of when an inattentive pitcher tries to stop a hard hit line drive with his face. (No for the squeamish) I have a fractured nasal bone, a fractured orbital bone, and several fractures of the left cheek bone. Easily the worst injury I've suffered in my long and storied baseball/softball career as a pitcher. By the way, I picked up the ball and threw the runner out before I commenced to bleed all over the pitcher's mound... pure instinct and reflex.
Speaking of déjà vu and a storied career, this is good a time to re-post the true story of my last, eerily similar, injury which took place on a beautiful summer night, under the lights, last game of the season. (Also not for the squeamish) Enjoy.