I think when I was little baseball was the root of all evil. When I was around 4 my brother decided to have batting practice off his tee in the garage. I was rocking on my rocking horse and he decided to put his tee right beside me. He took a swing, and yes, 4-year old axidgl took a metal bat to the noggin. My parents took me to the hospital, no problems other than the massive black eyes I had...and there have been no lasting effects...at least I hope not!!
Then when I was around 8 I went to watch my brother play a game at the "industrial park" where there were about a million fields, and 10,000 tons of gravel instead of sidewalk or grass. I, along with 4 of the other "team sisters" got bored and decided to have the Olympics-- on gravel. My cartwheel, front handspring combination did not earn me a ten. It earned me a trip to the ER with every bone in my right hand broken. An entire summer in a hot, itchy cast going to camp and not being able to swim- I was a sad little girl.
I have only recently been able to begin attending baseball games in person again.
