Well, that was fine as far as it went

I don’t think I’m going to be doing any more substantive writing or focusing for the rest of the evening, thanks to the growing batting skills of my 11-year-old son. The batting cage didn’t have a screen, and I (stupidly) threw him BP. He effectively walloped the ball several times, and one of the line drives hit my left leg about two inches below the knee. For those two inches, I’m very grateful right now. (Okay. I’m grateful it didn’t hit my head.) I’m also smarting from my foolishness, now that the melon-ish lump shrank after the application of a cold pack and after 400 mg of ibuprofen has turned the inevitable pain from a stab in the consciousness to a very effective reminder of what the screens are for in batting cages.