Mostly for posterity, I thought of a story that needs to go with the last post.
A few years ago Jeremy was playing on a city league softball team. City league softball is some intense business, let me tell you. (Almost ridiculously so.)
A hard hit came his direction in the outfield. He called it, but a fellow outfielder (who we'll call Chris) didn't hear him. We all watched as they both ran for it, looking up at the ball and not each other; Jeremy going air born right at the end. Then they collided hard and went down, where they both stayed for a few minutes rolling around on the grass in pain.
When they finally got up Jerm was limping, and Chris had blood running down his face. After a quick patch up job by Jeremy's Mom who's a nurse, Chris had to go the E.R. and get stitches. And what cracked his face open, you may ask?
Jeremy's shin.
Because with a running start, he can REALLY fly.
(And yes, they were both okay after a bit of healing.)
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