And during last night's game I wish I wore one behind the plate. A ball bounced off the catcher's glove right into my lap. (The following sentence must be read in a high pitched voice).Mike, who was coaching first base, had to replace me at home while I took a little walk and regained consciousness.
Quirky thing is, we are always warning the boys about thinking ahead. Wish I took my own advice.
Oif.
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