Craig joined our local church's softball team a couple weeks ago. Overall, the team is not great but everyone still seems to have a good time. I go and sit in the cheering section with the moms (the team is mostly high schoolers). I don't cheer loudly like some of them do, but every once and a while I have been known to give out a "good eye" or a "nice catch". The worst thing about the league is that the game times vary. Last night it started at 9pm. That is a bit late for me. It starts out okay but by 10pm it gets dark and cold and I am a early to bed kinda girl. Last night, the darkness wasn't great for Craig either. He was in the outfield when a ball came his way. The bright field lights blinded him and the ball hit him in the eye. 24 hours later, this is what has happened to his beautiful face:
The up close gruesome results: