When my son was in Little League, I was the team mom, and I went to all the games to root for our Reds. I always stood behind the dugout fence, thinking it was a safe place to watch the game. During one game I was in my usual spot when one of our teammates hit a foul that bounced off the top of the fence and came crashing down onto my forehead just above my right eye. I ended up with a huge knot and my first and only shiner ever. I also ended up with the game ball signed by all the boys, which I still have--thirty-five years later.