So a bunch of us went to a Ducks baseball game this evening. There had been a few foul balls hit into the crowd, but none in our direction. And then, CRACK, one of those babies was sailing high in the air, right in our direction. It's weird to think this all happened in a matter of seconds, because it seemed to hang in the air for the longest time. When I realized that the ball wasn't just headed in our general vicinity, but right at our table, I tried to get out of my chair to move out of the way, but there were so many chairs crowded around that it just wasn't gonna happen. Next thing I know, BAM! I took a direct hit to the ass (it sounds dirty, but that's what happened). And let me tell you, it HURT LIKE HELL! And since I don't have that much junk in the trunk to begin with, there wasn't much to cushion the blow (wow, there's no way that this story won't sound dirty).
It hurt so much that my eyes started to well up, which was the beginning of the end for me. Granted, getting hit in the face would have been a lot worse (the graduation pictures next week would have looked AWESOME), but getting hit on the ass isn't much better. Then the tears didn't help, and then the drunk guy that came and hugged me while I sat there stunned/in pain sealed the deal. I put my sunglasses on and ran off to the bathroom to examine the damage/stop the waterworks.
I knew there was a reason I never really cared for baseball...
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