When I was 24 years old, I got hit in the face by a line drive while pitching. I literally saw stars and involuntarily kicked my legs in the air while laying face down on the mound. When the participants in the pick up game gathered around me, I asked if I had lost any teeth. Someone answered that they didn’t think so, but that they couldn’t be sure because they were looking through the gaping bloody hole between my lips and nose.
At the time, I was in shock and felt no pain whatsoever. A few of us went to the emergency room, where after a three hour wait, I finally saw a doctor. They put my nose back in place, restructured my face with thirty stitches and informed me that I had chipped three teeth.
My parents, who lived a couple hours away from Toronto, came to pick me up from the hospital and collect the pain medication. It was then that it hit me. A wave of nausea alerted me to the fact that the shock had worn off. Then, the intense pain vomiting wreaked on my entire body informed me that I needed the prescribed medication sooner rather than later.
By the time we arrived at my parents’ house, I was in tears, high as shit and congratulating my mom on her beautiful garden that she had worked so hard to see come into fruition. I used those exact words: “come into fruition.” No one in their right mind uses those words together. Later, I saw my sister and told her, again through tears, that she was simply the best sibling anyone could ever hope to have.
Over all, thirty stitches around my mouth and a misaligned nose was more bothersome than actually painful.
Above my story is a video of Pittsbugh Pirates prospect Gerrit Cole, the number one overall choice in last year’s MLB draft, taking a come backer right off the kisser. Amazingly, Cole faced three more hitters after being introduced to a line drive, finishing the first inning before being taken to hospital.
Deadspin tells us that a CT scan came back negative and the pitcher is currently day-to-day with a contusion on his jaw.