Today was opening day for my son's baseball team. This is my son's third year playing, and the first two years were interesting. He literally has something like an 80% on base percentage. He gets walked a ton... he gets hit a lot... he gets a few hits... he strikes out. It is kind of a running joke about how much he gets hit by the pitcher.
Today was no exception to his past. First time up, he walks. The last ball was about 2 inches from his knee caps... I stood up and said, "I wish he would just flinch a little bit." The boy didn't move! The second time up... whap! Right in the stomach/rib area (the picture is the ball deflecting off of him!). Third time up, walk.
But unfortunately the day ended in a loss. Better luck next time.