Blind Spots

I wasn't sure about posting this one, as I was worried it might come off as a bit self-pitying. That still might be the case, but I refer to this incident in another post I'm writing, so I figured, what the hell, right? And it still makes me laugh (and wince) to think back to how my baseball career both started and ended simultaneously. :c)

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“Hey L - catch!”

My friend D tossed an outfielder’s mitt at me. It bounced off my chest and flopped to the ground. I picked it up and tossed it back.

“Sorry,” I said. “I have an old war wound and can't lift my arm.”

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