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!"
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!"