It's just a flesh wound

May 12, 2009
Jeff is over our ward's athletic activities and has to go to all the softball and basketball games. Well, he really hates any church related sports, if you've ever played church ball there's no further explanation needed, and I think tonight just reiterated this feeling. We all ventured to our ward's softball game, Jeff on his bike and Pearl and I with the stroller, and when we got there the other team didn't have enough players to officially play. So Jeff said he would be catcher for the other team. Apparently being nice doesn't pay off. A kid in our own ward, who ironically is nicknamed "Lemuel" for some let's say annoying and inappropriate behaviors, got up to bat, Jeff thought to himself I'm going to get hit, and wham! Luckily I didn't see it happen, just heard a crash and saw Jeff fall to the ground holding his head. Yep, he got hit by a flying bat. I ran over there (realizing I had left Pearl on the bleachers alone) and saw Jeff sort of glazed over with blood streaming down his head and hands. Later he told me that he was trying hard to not swear, which is probably why he looked so dazed. Thankfully he just got a cut on his forehead and a headache and not worse, like getting hit in the eyes and having his glasses shatter all over his face. After cleaning up the blood and making sure he was ok, we walked home. As soon as we walked in the door the phone started ringing with everyone calling to see if Jeff was ok, if he needed someone to drive him to the emergency room, if we knew the ward would pay for any doctor's visits, and the best one, if "Lemuel" hit him on purpose. At least he got a good laugh from all the calls and teasing by his co-workers today that I finally let him have it! What I should have done was followed my prompting to take my camera to the game so I could have gotten a picture with all the blood, rather than my one shot with the old camera (the flash isn't as bright) I promised Jeff so as to not make his headache worse... he was a good sport about it.