when i was 11 i broke my nose playing baseball. while crying right after it happened, my father told me to stop feeling sorry for myself. i wonder if Shannon will do the same.
When I was 16, I crowded the plate on an 0-2 count and prepared for a curve ball (I had faced the pitcher before). I leaned into the pitch, ready to protect the plate. Waiting for the curve to break... waiting for the curve to break...
BANG!!! rough ridin' fastball straight to the face (broken nose). Blood everywhere, kids crying from the scene, rushed to the hospital, etc.
My first practice back after the surgery, my coach threw his first 20 pitches straight at me, it was his philosophy for me to not be scared of being hit again. I guess it kinda worked. So what i'm getting at is, we either throw 20 straight elbows at Will's face for him to get over it or we throw 20 basketballs at his face for him to get over it. It's your call guys.