We finished eating and went to the game
between the Austin Toros and the visiting Colorado 14ers (Fourteeners), greeting most of my wife'sstudents and their parents.
As I was sitting in our season
seats suddenly I saw out of the corner of my only good eye a shadow of the sun coming straight at me in what seemed at the
time like slow motion. Even so, I did not have time to react because by
the time it registered in my brain that it was a fully-aired BASKETBALL... It was too late to avoid. I
had a soda in one hand and a program in the other and now I wish I had been at a soccor match (like that guy in the photo)
because the pain hasn't gone away. I probably have a mild concussion. Let's hope it didn't haem my only good eye...
I am getting old and I know this for a fact because I used
to be able to play basketball, get hit upside the head, jump up like it was nothing and be better than ever. Today I
just want to curl up with some pain meds and go to sleep.
That ball hit my right upper skull and eye with such fierce velocity
that it knocked off my glasses and I forgot that I had glasses on. I was trying to see if I could see, to be honest
with you and glad that I could. I had completely forgotten that my best pair of glasses were gone until someone behind
me handed them to me.
I suppose I was in the same kind of shock Westlake, O'Connor and Los
Fresnos felt after Reagan and Marcus rolled over them.
I'm just glad I didn't get knocked out! THAT would've been so
embarrassing for ME to get knocked out like that THERE.
Then again, maybe it was a good thing that I was the one
that got hit. If it had hit either my wife or daughter in the face like that... Let's not even think about it.
Plus THAT's the seat my mother sits whenever she attends and... Let's not go THERE either.
So what if I've
got splitting headaches and my glasses don't fit anymore or my eye pulses and hurts like never before. I can handle
it and if I can't then I will still handle the fact that I won't be able to handle it. I mean I'll get over it either
Still I wish I could see it in slow-motion. I really would like to be able to laugh about it even
though 5 days later it still hurts like the Dickens.
Now even you KNOW I'm old after
that last line about the dickens because only OLD PEOPLE know that type colloquy...