A Slam from Fame
Fast-forward to the crowd all staring, the ushers and some pretend medic trying their hardest to talk me into being strapped to a gurney (neck brace and all) and carried out.
I'd been in an auto accident and was wearing a neck brace, but my husband decided it was time to get out. So along with a few friends and ours kids, we went to a Tigers game.
We were sitting on the third-base line, and I had been warned about foul balls, but I was more intent on keeping two boys in line so that everyone around us would not regret our presence. A couple of beers (forgo the pain pill), and the Tigers were up to bat. Tony Phillips popped one out, and the next thing I knew--like 2 seconds before it hit--Matt dived out of my lap and the ball smacked me upside the head.
Fast-forward to the crowd all staring, the ushers and some pretend medic trying their hardest to talk me into being strapped to a gurney (neck brace and all) and carried out. Leaving the kids with a friend, they insisted on taking me down to the first-aid station. Around the first corner was my husband--he just knew I was the center of some ruckus.
After countless questions--Who are you? Where are you?--all of which I must have answered correctly, I was given a brand-new ball. But no amount of pleading would allow Tony Phillips to autograph it for me!
Once I returned to my seat, I traded that brand-new ball for the one that had actually slammed me in the head. And that's the closest I got to meeting a Tiger.