Foul Ball

On Labor Day we took the kids to the Salt Lake Bee's afternoon baseball game. We where there for about 30 minutes or so and we were already thinking about leaving. It was almost 100 degrees and the seats were so hot. I swear it felt like we were sitting on a BBQ grill. There was NO shade at all and we were all sweating like crazy. Also there was a really loud guy behind us that every time he would yell something it would scare the baby and make him cry.

While we were trying to decide to leave someone hit a foul ball. It went right up into the air and was heading down my direction. Since every time I go to a baseball game I am paranoid that the baby is going to get hit with the ball, I instantly laid over the car seat so he wouldn't get hit. Well, the guy on the row right in front of me caught the ball. THANK goodness! We then decided to leave, it was a little too close for comfort. (Just to add a little side note, a few years ago we were at a Bee's game with my family and my sister got hit in the hip by a foul ball. She had the biggest bruise that I have ever seen. Hence the reason I am so paranoid.)

We packed up the kids and left. We were waiting at the intersection in front of the park and right over my head by only a few feet came another foul ball. Totally out of the park! It actually hit the bus in front of me that was trying to turn right, and rolled to my feet. My hubby said that it came really close to hitting me. I picked up the ball and just laughed. Who comes close to getting hit TWO times in one baseball game with a foul ball? We weren't even there an hour! Man, I am glad we left!

So now I have a foul ball that will always remind me of how lucky I am to not have been knocked out at a baseball game, or on the street corner for that matter. (I also have Holly's cool lens that I was able to use to take a really cool picture of it!)