Yeah, it happened!
After decades of watching baseball games, I finally emerged from one to find out I would not be going home the same way I came.
I would be traveling back home without a back window in my car.
This was actually my father’s car that was hit by a foul ball, and It didn’t just hit his back window -- it destroyed it.
So, when that happens about 45 miles from home on a Saturday afternoon, what do you do?
You Google it on your smartphone!
Turns out no shop in the area had the glass, or even the crew on to fix the car window. Nope, they couldn’t do that until Monday.
So, my ever-handy brother-in-law got some duct tape and cardboard out to try and protect us from the elements. It worked for about 3-miles until the inside of the window caved in.
That was about the time some raindrops started appearing on the front windshield, which we know could lead to a very wet backseat that was already filled with pellets of glass.
Finally my husband (who just happened to have another car at the ballpark) agreed to drive the windowless vehicle home for us. He joked that if he got pulled over by the police, he could show them exactly why his father-in-law's vehicle was in such bad shape. Why?
The foul ball that caused it all was still in the front seat!