Saviour

I was watching a tournament in St Clements on a Friday night.  I was sitting behind the home plate on diamond 1 and the game was not too close.  So I decided to see how the game was going on diamond 2.  The diamonds are parallel.  So the outfield fence for diamond 1 is beside the home plate stands for diamond 2.  I was standing there talking to an old guy, who I see at all of the tournaments, and suddenly somebody says "heads up".  I turn around and see a ball coming over the fence and right at this old guy sitting in his lawn chair and with his cane.  I knew he wouldn't be able to get out of the way of the ball.  So I stuck out my hand and blocked the ball.  The ball hit me in the thumb.  The same thumb that I had gotten hit during my game a few weeks before.  This time the damage was much worse.  My tendons and ligaments were totally screwed up.  Basically I was out for the rest of the season.  Barb took some pictures of my bruises and I posted them on facebook.  Nobody was too sympathetic.  Most people thought I should use a glove to catch the ball.  I didn't explain that I was just watching the tournament.  They thought I was playing in the tournament.  And I didn't tell them that I was saving an old guy's life.  Barb had to explain it all in a comment.