At the age of around 30 having played fastpitch softball since high school, I took a rise ball in the face one night while guarding the dish with two outs, runners on, and a 3-2 count. I was never the same after that, washed up, and heading for the bench after anything thrown inside or even remotely at my head. 'course, I'd never been better than a .250 hitter in anybody's league before that and had been playing ball since fifth grade.