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 way.
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... 
