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Oh, MAN, Bondo.
You know, I am good and well sick of watching my starters topple off the mound after getting hit with line drives. Two's plenty, thanks.
Thankfully, this time it was not the head. Less thankfully, this time it was the pitching hand. He hit the ground in agony and my heart fucking stopped.
There's a sports novel called Wild Pitch by Mike Lupica. It opens with the lead character, ex-pitcher Charlie, watching a Red Sox game. The Sox starter takes a drive off the hand, and there's some exposition about how Charlie can see right away that this kid's promising career is probably over.
I kept flashing back to that scene while we watched Bondo writhe on the ground, watched the trainers check him and lead him off the field, waited for news. Thought about all those nice fragile bones in the back of the hand, where the ball bounced off. Thought about how losing him for the rest of the season could hurt us. How much I've talked about looking forward to following his career.
Mercifully, the wait was short: About twelve minutes into the delay, the news came along that his wrist is bruised and x-rays are negative. Thank god.
But for those twelve minutes, I was so scared.
You know, I am good and well sick of watching my starters topple off the mound after getting hit with line drives. Two's plenty, thanks.
Thankfully, this time it was not the head. Less thankfully, this time it was the pitching hand. He hit the ground in agony and my heart fucking stopped.
There's a sports novel called Wild Pitch by Mike Lupica. It opens with the lead character, ex-pitcher Charlie, watching a Red Sox game. The Sox starter takes a drive off the hand, and there's some exposition about how Charlie can see right away that this kid's promising career is probably over.
I kept flashing back to that scene while we watched Bondo writhe on the ground, watched the trainers check him and lead him off the field, waited for news. Thought about all those nice fragile bones in the back of the hand, where the ball bounced off. Thought about how losing him for the rest of the season could hurt us. How much I've talked about looking forward to following his career.
Mercifully, the wait was short: About twelve minutes into the delay, the news came along that his wrist is bruised and x-rays are negative. Thank god.
But for those twelve minutes, I was so scared.
