The only other time I was ever close was in 2008, last season at Shea, game against the Braves. I was sitting right behind home plate above the net and a foul ball came over our heads, bounced off the overhang and landed in the aisle about four feet away. I reached for it, had it in my hand, but so did someone else. I picked up my head to see who else had the ball and I felt my head hit something hard. I immediately saw that the other hand belonged to a guy who was holding his two year old kid with his other arm . . . and that I had just head butted the child! I let the ball go post haste, but it wasn't enough for the tough Shea fans and I got razzed by my section for a half inning. Later on in the game the dad came down, bought me a beer and apologized saying it was his fault for having his kid in his arms while he was going for the ball.
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04-09-2011, 04:45 PM
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