Hello All! The following is a first hand account of what happened that fateful night, Aug. 27 2008....OK so I embellished a little...so kill me!
"1-2-3 Black Mambas!" We cheer as we all find our places on the field. "Batter up!!" Yells the ump in a tone that clearly stated, "I'M the ump, I'M in charge." The ball slowly leaves the pitchers finger tips "WHACK" the ball resembles a neon-green star. It flew past me, as I stand there with my insecurities, wondering how it is possible for a woman to hit the ball that hard. I swiftly turn around to see where the shooting star has gone. "He's got it!" as I watch Kaylen run after the ball at mach 5 speed. As he runs, the fence intrudes my suspended, larger-than-life vision of Kaylen catching that ball like a masked, mysterious superhero. "OHHHH NOOOOOO!!!" Were the only words I could mutter as I watched Superman collide with the unforgiving, galvanized metal that made up the "intruder", the fence. As fast as my short legs could take me, I ran to check out the damage. The words "I'm OK" left his lips with ease, though I could see for myself that was just not the case. The bright crimson evidence was pouring down his face and onto his yellow and white baseball shirt. His chin had a mouth of it's own now, only it lacked taste buds. His flesh hung open the way you would imagine a cow at the butcher. As we jump in the car, the calmness he expressed a few moments before was turning into agony. We approached a stop light. It was glowing red the way his hands did now, full of blood. "GO!!" He shouted in a tone as if I had mangled his chin myself. So I went. I ran the red light in hopes that I would not encounter the red and blue lights of our nemesis....the cops. We were in a hurry and nothing would stop us. We spent what seemed like two lifetimes in the emergency waiting room. "Kaylen?" The comforting voice of the volunteer emergency worker felt like a warm blanket on a snowy night. As we wait for the Dr., I envisioned Kaylens chin as a puppet-a scary puppet. I couldn't help but to let my imagination go wild. All of the white-washed, sterile walls made me feel like I was institutionalized. "Alright! Let's get you out of here!" the Dr. says with a look of great confidence in his latest sewing job. "Wow, have I really been thinking of Kaylen as a puppet the whole time?" I shook my head as if to shake free the disturbing images I had thought up earlier. That didn't help. Throughout the night all I could hear was the evil little cackle from the scary puppet I created, echoing in my head.
THE MORAL OF THE STORY, WELL THERE'S TWO REALLY
1. Don't run into chain linked fences.
2. Don't EVER go to the emergency room with out entertainment.
"1-2-3 Black Mambas!" We cheer as we all find our places on the field. "Batter up!!" Yells the ump in a tone that clearly stated, "I'M the ump, I'M in charge." The ball slowly leaves the pitchers finger tips "WHACK" the ball resembles a neon-green star. It flew past me, as I stand there with my insecurities, wondering how it is possible for a woman to hit the ball that hard. I swiftly turn around to see where the shooting star has gone. "He's got it!" as I watch Kaylen run after the ball at mach 5 speed. As he runs, the fence intrudes my suspended, larger-than-life vision of Kaylen catching that ball like a masked, mysterious superhero. "OHHHH NOOOOOO!!!" Were the only words I could mutter as I watched Superman collide with the unforgiving, galvanized metal that made up the "intruder", the fence. As fast as my short legs could take me, I ran to check out the damage. The words "I'm OK" left his lips with ease, though I could see for myself that was just not the case. The bright crimson evidence was pouring down his face and onto his yellow and white baseball shirt. His chin had a mouth of it's own now, only it lacked taste buds. His flesh hung open the way you would imagine a cow at the butcher. As we jump in the car, the calmness he expressed a few moments before was turning into agony. We approached a stop light. It was glowing red the way his hands did now, full of blood. "GO!!" He shouted in a tone as if I had mangled his chin myself. So I went. I ran the red light in hopes that I would not encounter the red and blue lights of our nemesis....the cops. We were in a hurry and nothing would stop us. We spent what seemed like two lifetimes in the emergency waiting room. "Kaylen?" The comforting voice of the volunteer emergency worker felt like a warm blanket on a snowy night. As we wait for the Dr., I envisioned Kaylens chin as a puppet-a scary puppet. I couldn't help but to let my imagination go wild. All of the white-washed, sterile walls made me feel like I was institutionalized. "Alright! Let's get you out of here!" the Dr. says with a look of great confidence in his latest sewing job. "Wow, have I really been thinking of Kaylen as a puppet the whole time?" I shook my head as if to shake free the disturbing images I had thought up earlier. That didn't help. Throughout the night all I could hear was the evil little cackle from the scary puppet I created, echoing in my head.
THE MORAL OF THE STORY, WELL THERE'S TWO REALLY
1. Don't run into chain linked fences.
2. Don't EVER go to the emergency room with out entertainment.
