Throwing BP in the H-E-A-T to the 12U crew. I don't have BP like most. Break into groups, some field, some do T-Work (important and yes, neglected) and get some swings in at plate. Start with a round of toss (front, side, back) and then some live pitching. Boys typically get about 35-40 swings in field, combined with (hopefully) another 30 or so off tee.
So I'm tossing and I feel a pinch on me ring finger. Figure that my wedding ring was tugging on me knuckle hair. Yikes. Take glove off. Now I'm standing behind an L-Screen so I don't really need a glove I guess. But that leaves me cold. I like the glove. So I slip it back on.
YYYYYOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!!!!
A bee had snuggled up inside my glove (most likely while it was laying on ground early in practice) and stung the Bee-Jesus out of my finger.
So I killed him. Flat. Dead. Goodbye.
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