One of the risks of sitting in good seats at an MLB game is getting hammered in the face with an errant Louisville Slugger. Like what happened to this guy.
The photo's clearly a keeper, but not just because it shows a dude looking like Jim Carrey circa mid 90s taking it on the chin with a flying baseball bat. It’s a keeper because it’s what Where’s Waldo could have been had the illustrators liked sports, humor and liquor.
Because if you take a closer look, you’ll spot all sorts of things.
Like the difference between the two ginger kids; one directly behind the bat with a towel over his head in complete hysteria, and the other one front row, scowling in boredom, oblivious to the carnage-wreaking baseball bat that just went helicoptering over her head at 60 mph. Look two rows back from the bat and you'll spot the only person not flinching, not only is he oddly calm, he’s enjoying this. Directly behind the poor bastard getting hammered in the face is a blond woman whose priority isn’t safety, it’s saving her last nacho. Looks like she wants dip on it to. There’s also the toddler in the middle, eerily striving for something divine, like the focal point in a renaissance painting.
And then of course there’s good old Dad, with a Louisville Slugger pressed up against his chin, about to have more than a few teeth rattled as he enters a world of pain about 1/10th of a second away.
Photos don’t get any better than this.
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