One time I was standing in front of a team's bench and signaled the direction for a ball that had just gone OOB. As I extended my arm, one of my fingers went right into one of the coach's holes in his head.
Although I wasn't injured, it was frightening. Fortunately, there wasn't anything on my finger when I withdrew it, since the space inside the hole was empty.
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Yom HaShoah
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