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