Years ago I went to a major league baseball day game with my boyfriend of the time. I could take it or leave it but he’d invited me and was excited about going and I wanted to be with him. We worked together on midnights, getting off work at 7am, and the game was late morning, so no chance to get any sleep.
We had upper bleacher seats at center field, the farthest from home plate. I was dead tired and zoned out, basically drooling on myself from no sleep…when my boyfriend suddenly jumped up and put his hands in front of my face–to block a hard-hit ball from smashing my face in ! I never even saw it coming. He saved me ! and injured his hand pretty badly as well.
My hero ! I am forever grateful for what he did. (Thank you David L.)