Ben: I thought I had it. I could hear Zin behind me. He might have been trying to call me off but I had it. I thought I had it.
Brick: Ben was running to get it and Zin was there so I wasn’t needed. But you always run to the ball. You can’t help it.
Ben: It was a towering shot hung way up in the air.
Zin: I just focused on the ball. I ran to the ball.
Brick: Zin was diving for it, he was stretched out. Ben was fully extended up to get the ball. I was drifting towards them thinking we’ve got it–the third out.
Ben: The ball hit the top of my glove, just grazed it. I thought I had it.
Brick: Ben didn’t get it.
Zin: I saw the ball glance off Ben’s glove.
Ben: There was this awful sound. Like someone broke a yard stick over their knee. I knew instantly.
Zin: I saw the ball for a second and then heard the crunch.
Brick: Zin missed the ball, too. He kind of crumpled on the ground. The ball kicked out.
Ben: I leaned over Zin.
Zin: I didn’t feel pain but I was certain something was wrong.
Brick: It looked like Ben was joking with Zin or something but Zin was hurt. I yelled to Ben, “he’s hurt!”
Zin: The ball was just sitting there. I tried to say something.
Ben: It was a horrible sound. I knew it was going to be bad.
Brick: I picked up the ball and threw it to the infield. Ben was crouched over Zin. He was hurt.
Zin: I was pissed I didn’t get the ball. I checked my nose with my hands but only to confirm what I already knew.
Ben: It had to be broken or something. You could hear it.
Brick: We called time. Some of the other guys started coming out but Zin got up and started heading in. I think I saw some blood.
Zin: As I walked in I was just mad. I knew I wasn’t going to get my next bat.
Dave O: When Zin started to come in you knew it wasn’t good.
Mary Margaret: I wasn’t sure why he was coming in. It seemed strange.
Zin: I could feel some blood on my lip. It felt like spilling coffee on yourself on the way to a meeting. Not important but you had to deal with it.
Dave O: But as he came in you could see all the blood.
Zin: You are going to a meeting and everyone is looking at the dribble of coffee on your chest.
Dave O: Blood was everywhere and just pouring off his face.
Zin: Suddenly everyone seemed to be standing still staring at me. Charles ran towards me and he was freaking out.
Mary Margaret: Something was wrong. He wouldn’t come out unless something bad happened.
Dave O: It was a lot of blood. I knew he was going to need something serious to mop up his face.
Zin: Dave O took off his jersey.
Mary Margaret: One of the guys started to take off his shirt.
Brick: Dave O took off his jersey and then his undershirt.
Phoebe: I looked out and Dave O was standing there without a shirt.
Mary Margaret: That’s when I saw the blood. He looked like he’d been in a car accident.
Zin: Dave O gave me his undershirt. He was standing there with no shirt on.
Phoebe: Why wasn’t Dave wearing a shirt? It didn’t make any sense.
Zin: I realized this was maybe a big deal. I looked down and saw some blood pooling at my feet. I felt nauseous.
Phoebe: Then I saw Zin and I thought Oh No.
Mary Margaret: I left the girls with Suzie and went over to Sean. He was a mess.
Brick: One of the other Wells guys–Dennis I think–trotted out to take Zin’s place in the field.
Zin: I got off the field and sat down. Mary Margaret came over.
Suz: Zin’s daughter came over to me and said, “read me this book so I don’t have to look at Daddy’s blood.”
Dave O: When the inning ended we all ran over to see how he was.
Zin: It hurt. Plus I wasn’t going to get my next bat. We were getting clobbered by the other team.
Suz: The book was “Black Beauty.” His girls paid full attention even though they seemed to have the book memorized.
Ben: I should have caught it. Or let it go. He might not have caught it but it probably wouldn’t have hit his nose on the fly.
Brick: The game wasn’t going well. Zin was bleeding behind the backstop.
Mary Margaret: The T-Shirt was soaked and he had blood all over himself. He was frustrated to be out of the game.
Brick: It looked like Zin was going to be OK or at least that we weren’t going to dial 911. Dennis batted for Zin.
Zin: Everybody was worried. I just wanted to bat. We hadn’t even scored yet and I was pressing a T-shirt against my nose. Somebody brought me some ice.
Mary Margaret: My first game in several years.
Brick: I think we played a few more innings and then game was finally over. We stood around Zin drinking beer. He was laughing. We took a bunch of pictures.
Zin: We got beat, I bled all over the place. What a mess.
Brick: Not sure Mary Margaret is going to come to another game. Much less bring the girls.
Zin: It hurt like hell that night. The next day Mary Maragret made me go to urgent care and they said there wasn’t anything they could do until the swelling went down. I had a hell of a head ache and some bruising.
Brick: It was clearly the most blood ever shed at a B-Squad game. Even more than the first game when Keith played his single game in the infield.
Zin: The next day I looked like Jake Lamotta in the nightclub at the end of Raging Bull. I’m not comparing myself favorably to Robert DeNero, just saying I looked kind of busted up…

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