I wondered why the baseball was getting bigger. Then it hit me. No, really it did. About 2 years ago at a minor league game in Fresno, CA a foul ball came straight at me. I sat frozen, staring at the ball as it loomed larger and the only thing that prevented my nose from being the last thing to enter my mind was my husband's hand deflecting the ball from my face. His reaction was solid as a rock, I couldn't have asked for him to be any bolder. The ball still managed to create a terrific bruise on my left thigh. It was at that moment I realized that it beats me why anyone would want to be a masochist.
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