Originally Posted By DAR So let's hear about some of your memorable injuries that have occured. Here's one of mine. I'm playing softball for some buddies of mine because they didn't have enough players. I told them I'd play catcher because I didn't want to move anyone out of position. So I'm kneeling down and the opposing team is batting. The game goes on but I notice that one player's warm up swings are kind of low, like forehead level. So about the fifth inning, he takes a pitch, I throw the ball back and BANG right in the forehead with the bat. The batter and ump ask me if I'm okay and I shrug it off. Second verse same as the first. Now the expletives start to fly. The ump tells me to watch my language, in which I point out that I WAS HIT TWICE IN THE FOREHEAD BY AN ALUMINUM BAT. So I leave the game because I can't play. Now I just have a headache at this point. I'm not going to go to the bar and I have my friend bring me home. I get home and my family is in horror, because I look like the Elephant Man. I then tell them what happened and they start laughing. Thankfully nothing serious happened, no concussion or anything like that.
Originally Posted By Goofyernmost I was about 13 years old. I was racing my bicycle with a friend when my front wheel hit a rock. My front tire turned a 45 degree angle stopping the bike dead and I went straight out over the handle bars. I bounced on my forehead, not once but three times before I lost conscienceness. I came to about 15 feet from where I hit the rock. My friend, not the brightest bulb on the tree, had just stood there waiting for me to regain instead of going for help. I had a huge lump on my head, hidden under my hairline, my arms and hands had hardly any skin left on them, my knees didn't come out any better, I had a massive bruise on my belly that later turned into a blood clot about the size of a silver dollar (the old kind, not the new ones) and I hurt everyplace that I had a place. Nothing was broken so I decided that I would hide the entire incident from my parents because I had been told not to race. I kept my hair combed down to cover the bump and wore long sleeve shirts and long pants to cover the scrapes but the blood clot finally worried me enough to tell my parents. That's when I learned how dangerous blood clots can be. Man it is incredible just how stupid kids can be, without trying.
