*sound on*


Here's a video of my first concussion.

In college, my coach had us practice the "ESPN drill," where everyone had to create and make their own game-saving play.

I asked for a fly ball in between the grass and the dirt in foul territory. 

It was March in Iowa. The ground was a concrete pillow. At my absolute best, I was an absolutely average outfielder. But those are minor details when there's a metaphorical biscuit at stake.

To this day, if I'm gonna crash and burn, it's gonna be spectacular. Like Grade 2 concussion spectacular.* 


*still caught the ball though