It happened. He didn't hit me that hard. It was kind of a glancing blow, and the crowd was so loud that you couldn't hear it. The only two people who knew were me and Steve, and I'm surely not going to say anything.

a glancing blow at worst.

We're all goofed up. We've got it all backwards. He' s supposed to steal bases, and I'm supposed to hit the home runs.

It rained so hard I was standing on 2nd base jumping around puddles get in it.

You can hit it with a hammer, and it absorbs the blow.

There's been a lot of stuff. I always seem to be in the middle of it. ... It always seems like I'm in the middle of something. Even when I don't do anything I do something. I tried to stay out of everyone's way and not do anything, but it's just the way it seems to go for me. What can you do?