One ball hit a man square in the head, the trajectory of the ball changed slightly and kept going. He was taken out of the park on a stretcher.
The only time the ball came near my seats in such a fashion I dove out of the way. No way would I try to bare hand catch such a hit! It happened so fast by the time I looked up there was already a pile of people trying to grab the ball.
But I suspect Nutmeg chugged a wicked lot of beah, was wicked plasted and dint see da ball comin’ up da pike!
One of my neighbors pitched a ball right into the middle of my forehead, when we were kids. Didn’t affect me at all.... hehehehhahahaha.