You never forget your first baseball to the face. Mine happened during a backyard game of catch with my father when I was in kindergarten. He fucking whizzed that thing and I was showboating little shit who took my eye off the ball. That combination proved deadly.
Getting hit in the forehead with a baseball stings, kind of, but the real bitch of it is having to go through life with a sizable lump on your face, looking like a fucking mutant. Just look at this lady’s dome after she got caught by a foul ball at a Braves-Phillies game. Thank God an ice cold Coors Light wasn’t too far way. Nothing soothes the pain (both physical and emotional) quite like the Silver Bullet.