Using His Head

This is my son, Matthew.

Instead of going to the gym with me at 0-dark-thirty like he usually does, he spent the morning laying around in his jammies, reading.

He did this not because he's tired, nor was he being lazy. He stayed home today because last night at baseball practice, he received a concussion.

Yes, folks, a concussion.

Here's what happened. Matthew was playing first (base), and he was watching a batted ball (you know, the play that was actually happening) in center field. The short stop thought that right then would be a good time to unload a spare ball that he'd been holding in his glove. Of course it was the kid on the team with the strongest arm...he threw a bullet to Matt, who never saw it coming.

It hit him right between the eyebrows and took him off his feet. He doesn't think he blacked out, but there are a few seconds that he might have. He was quite loopy so we went in and had him checked out, just to be sure.

We're very lucky. It missed his eyes. It would surely have broken his nose if it would have hit there. Any lower than it was, we'd have been looking at sinus and nasal cavities. The mouth would have been real bad. God was good. It hit him in the safest part of his head possible.

He actually looks great today...a little swelling, but nothing much. Just a bad headache! We're very fortunate.

His favorite part? When the doc last night told him that he couldn't go to bed until 10:30pm because she wanted me to keep an eye on him.

MY favorite part? The goofy look on his face when his Aunt Beth asked him if he felt concussed.