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Anonymous
I was in high school playing baseball for my school, and we were playing one of the top-ranked teams in the state. I get up there to bat; the guy throwing looks like he's about thirty and he is bringing it, about 90, which is outstanding for high-school. I step up to bat, he gives me one outside. Okay. The next pitch comes high and tight. I don't have time to dodge, I just reflexively swing at it as hard as I can. Pops me right on the thumb, dead on. I back away from the plate and glance down at my hand and tell the ump I'm okay. I step back into the batter's box; suddenly, pain unlike anything I've ever felt. Mind you, I've had my collarbone shattered, my head crushed open, stitches in the face with no anesthesia, but on a scale of 1-10, I'd give this a 9. I look a little closer at my hand and see that the thumbnail is actually jammed back up into the thumb, and the thumb itself is about twice its normal size. I had to be taken out of the game, and my mom took me to the hospital (lulz). I just remember saying "It shouldn't hurt this bad, should it? I shouldn't hurt this bad?", and passing out.
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