A first for everything

So yesterday I received my first black eye. Now I would love to say "you should see the other guy" or "I charged the mound" or "I took a line drive to the face", but it's simply not that cool It was the kickoff of my Tuesday night Softball Team. We took first place in our league last summer and are looking to take it again. I arrived at the park in plenty of time to warm up. I started throwing the ball around with one of our new players who happens to be a police officer. He's got a pretty decent arm and I was working off of about 3 or 4 hours of sleep. He threw it to me and I put my glove up, but not fast enough. The ball nipped the top of my glove and then hit my cheek bone pretty hard. I walked about ten or fifteen feet and then quit throwing. I went onto play and did pretty well, however I pulled myself out of the outfield the second game due to some depth perception issues. As you can see, a good shiner has a growing process. I woke up with my eye swollen shut. With the advice of my sister who is nurse and Carver's Pediatrician I had some X-rays to make sure all is well. It's just going to make me really pretty for a few weeks.