That's a Knot

Thrifted: blouse, belt

I can finally check "getting hit by a foul ball at an Orioles game" off the old bucket list!

How does that happen by the way?  How does one not notice a ball coming right at them & how does one not get out of the way of said ball?  Well... I have no freaking idea because I surely just sat there and watched a ball hit me... right on the hip bone!

Here's how it went down:

Sarah and I came back from getting our hot pretzels.

Sat in our seats and enjoyed our pretzels - cheese dip, mustard, the works.

I notice everyone around us starting to rise up out of their seats...

Yum, these pretzels are good aren't they

WATCH OUT!

who me?

BAM - ball to the hip

ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow.....

Where's the ball?

Ugh, the guy five rows in front of us now has it.

Yeah, you guy, that ball didn't bounce off a chair for you to get it, it was my hip!

Ended up leaving the game without a ball, only a knot!