I love going to Express baseball games. My family and I have lots of fun. We hang out, watch parts of the game, talk and play, eat ice cream and peanuts, just generally have a good time with the family. We have been going for three or four years now with the fireworks plus package of season tickets and kind of know the people who sit around us who are also regulars and its just a relaxing thing to do friday evenings.
Tonight, Andrew was sitting to my right, Tracy was sitting in front of me, next to my mother in law. Loren wasnt at the seats as my brother in law Tony had taken her for a walk. There was a family of people sitting two seats to my left, its a family we see all the time. A line drive foul ball came our direction. I saw it just as it whizzed by me into the face of the child sitting two seats to my left.
You can skip the rest. I just have to get it out because I am still a little shakey and cant get to sleep and have no one to talk to.
After that it just seemed like slow motion horror. He had his face turned away from me, then he turned towards me as I turned to see what had happened. There was much blood. Certainly a broken nose, likely a broken face. Blood coming out. The parents picked him up and he was rushed away. Everyone was in shock. I think he will be okay (eventually), but dont really know. It was a HARD hit. Hopefully it wont have damaged anything that cant heal.
I felt sick. I was starting to get over feeling sick when they sent the cleaning crew down to clean up the blood. After that I felt sick to my stomach again and still do. I feel so bad for the kid and that family and also sick that it could EASILY been any one of my children, me, or my in-laws. Ok, really the my kids part is what is running through my mind. Andrew also saw the boy and said "mom, he looked just my age, and it hit him" I told Andrew that the boy would be fine and the doctors would take good care of him and he'd be fine, I didnt want Andrew to freak out. (Like I am) Andrew saying that just made me feel more sick. I thought but didnt say "exactly what I was thinking"
Well, I did have a beer at the game, and now I am home and its all quiet and my kids are asleep and I cant fall asleep and I want to cry and I want to go to sleep and I feel woozy. I cant fall asleep and there's not a soul on irc besides some new person that said "lol" when I asked if anyone was on and I wasnt in the mood for an "lol"-er.
I want Mike to come home now. We survived 8 days just fine, but we're ready for daddy to come home now.
I'm not spell checking or even previewing so if nothing makes sense screw off. :)