Deborah Jones Sherwood
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  • Christmas in the '50s
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  • Me & Mr. K
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  • My Birthday Fundraiser
  • *'Tis the Season to be......Scary!
  • Who You Gonna Call?
  • ...and the winner is.....
  • Remembering Annie
  • *Stacation in the Hood
  • My Day as a NIH Lab Rat
  • *Blithe Summer
  • *Never Buy Fish from the Clearance Bin and other Sage Advice
  • *Four and Twenty Blackbirds
  • Spring! When an Old Man's Fancy turns to Thoughts of ....Home Projects
  • Oh, Maury!
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  • Mooning the Baptists on Easter Sunday
  • Bye, Bye, Bonnie
  • *When I'm Sixty-Four
  • *Take me out to the Ballgame...please?
  • Honor Flight
  • "But you don't look sick."
  • Are you an Old Geezer with an Extra Nats Ticket?
  • Are you the Goat who kicked me in the Head?
  • *Oh! The Places You'll Go!
  • *You Go, Girl!
Picture
       June 7th was a lovely Sunday afternoon....a perfect day for enjoying a baseball game.

     I was at Nationals Park, sitting in section 117, surrounded by Cubs fans. They were polite, even if they were rooting for the wrong team.

     During the 2nd inning a man behind me lunged for a foul ball. He lost his balance, tumbled over a few rows of seats and managed to kick me in my head before landing on the concrete.

     The man was okay, and in all fairness, very apologetic. However, I got a personal escort by the paramedics to the First Aid Station, then was whisked away to the hospital ER for a CT scan for a possible head injury.

     If you are the goat who kicked me, I want you to know:
     1. The CT scan showed contusion with neck sprain.
     2. I am out $86.50 for a game I didn't get to see.
     3. Saw doctor for a follow-up and learned I had dried blood in my ear from the impact.
     4. I spent the week with a sore neck and back.
     5. I accept your apology.

    I guess this gives a new meaning to the old song, "It's Raining Men!"