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Originally Posted by Robmoz
OP corrected.. 
Slicing liner hit down the line at 1B like a heat seeking missile and as I turn sideways to minimize my exposure to the inevitable contact I offered my right cheek and BOOM goes the dynamite!! I dropped like a man on fire but quickly regained my composure as the female trainer came to my rescue in what was later described to me as an act of kindness bordering on 3rd degree criminal sexual contact as she evaluated my injury  |
Those injury "evaluations" can become rather intimate, I know. We had one field in California that would have student trainers for the umpires. I was rather disconcerted the first time I worked that field, when a young lady walked up to me between innings with a water bottle.