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[fromthemitten]

Come on I know there's got to be some good ones that y'all have racked up in the rec league.

I've been playing in my league since I was eligible so something like ten or eleven years. One year we went undefeated but then all our ringers either moved away or got married. We've gotten so bad that I'm the leadoff hitter and CF* even though I'm not exactly the prototypical size for either position (I'm 6'4 and... well I never won any races in my life). This isn't exactly a super competitive league other than a couple teams loaded with ringers--hell I faced a pitcher with a prosthetic leg a couple weeks ago. This doesn't mean I half ass it, as evidenced today.

*We have four outfielders in this league, but I play center-right which means I'm also covering for right which since it is usually played by somebody's mom or a really really fat guy.

I've been having an awful year hitting somewhere around .500 most of the season--I hit .815 last year--I even struck out my last game so I've been taking everything I could get. So I cracked a grounder to third and bolted to first. I awkwardly stepped on first base so that my right foot landed on it's side and I heard a loud CRACK and felt a sharp pain in my ankle/foot. I called for a designated runner (usually reserved for the elderly) and hobbled to the bench. I took the next inning off and POPPED MY FOOT BACK IN PLACE which hurt like hell but I got two more hits and had to shift over to right where thankfully nothing was hit back to me. Now it's wrapped up and swollen quite nicely and still hurts like hell but I took some of that medicine TWC likes so much and it isn't that god awful.

Which reminded me of all the other sweet injuries I've received over the years... like how I bruised myself severely after the time I thought I hit a home run and got so excited I tripped over third and almost got thrown out while crawling back to third... or the time I had to play second base (really hard for a lefty to do) and took a ground ball right in the Sacajawea. Do y'all have some great war stories? They could be from your t-ball days if you're not a slow pitch softball superstar like me

[hansman1982]

I've been pretty lucky in that I haven't had any serious sports injuries (sans a dislocated pinky playing catch that required 2 doctors to reset) (watch, now I break my femur and hip this weekend).

The dumbest one I have seen is from our pitcher who somehow got a giant raspberry on his lower leg and didn't treat it very well. Ended up getting staph and IV antibiotics, this year he broke his arm being a ballhog on a popup to short.

I play third on a team that had a ringer but has since had "stuff going on" every Sunday night (we are terrible and he is really good), but only because I refuse to do the running that the outfield requires in a co-ed league.

[King Jeff]

Last season, our first baseman took his eye off of my throw from third and took it right to the face. I've never seen someone bleed so much from the face, it was like a bad horror movie. The next week he showed up with a Bill Laimbeer mask on his face, looking like he got hit between the eyes by a Buick.

[TWC]

My brother blew out his knee playing competitive rec league softball about 4 years ago. He might finally have the needed surgery on it this summer.

... but I took some of that medicine TWC likes so much and it isn't that god awful.

Waitaminnit... you mean drugs?!?! I'm shocked, shocked!

[Brett]

I play right center for my kickball team (same deal: I'm basically covering for both RF and LC), and I dive far more often than I should. I hurt my knee early in the season - the third time I've hurt the same knee playing kickball - and eventually I'm going to have to get it looked at. It hasn't allowed me to go up stairs pain-free in three years.

[SirCub]

I was pitching for our intramural team in college when some 300 pound man-freak rugby player crushed a line drive into my face. The ball ricocheted off my face into my glove, which I hadn't even had time to lift in self-defense. By the next inning my jaw had swollen up like a melon.

Everybody on my team kept giving me high-fives thinking I'd snagged the come-backer with cat-like reflexes, when if I'd actually had cat-like reflexes, I would've just jumped the heck out of the way. Some people are willing to sacrifice their bodies for the good of their intramural softball teams. I am not one of those people. I moved to catcher after that, and conveniently stepped out of the way whenever there was a play at the plate, and a rugby player came in looking to take my head off.

[fromthemitten]

here's what it looked like when I got up around noon:

and here it is now:


hahaha SirCub's reminds me of the time that one of our players hit a comebacker that ricocheted off the aforementioned one legged pitcher's prosthesis. That didn't really count as an injury though...