this morning #2089.

this morning, it was a direct hit. straight to the face. comically shocking in the way that his head rocked back & a string of spit toppled through the air. his body dropped straight to the ground where he lay face down. of course, once the initial shock wore off, i immediately ran over to see if he was ok. his sorry sobs. a good sign given the situation. at least i knew that he was still awake. hadn’t lost consciousness. i would’ve passed out if i’d taken a football to the face. heck of a throw on my part. textbook arcing spiral just like back in the day. your boy’s still got it. i knelt by his side. “hey there buddy. you ok? how’s the face?” he let out a broken moan & rolled over. i held back my “yikes.” the face was not great.