When I was in the 8th grade we were playing softball in Phys Ed class and I hit one over the center fielders head for a home run. I was so excited about it that I slung back right into the catcher's face and broke off one of his front teeth. I can still remember what it looked like. He had about 1/2 of one of his front teeth left and it was broken off at about a 45 degree angle. Of course back in those days we didn't have any equipment for the catcher. No mask, no chest pad no shin guards, no nothing, just your glove. I didn't even realize what I had done until I rounded third and saw everybody gathered around the catcher at home plate. I'd forgotten all about that.
I was pretty bummed out about it. I had been kind of casual friends with the catcher although all I can remember now is that his last name was Risher. After that we never spoke again. I was too embarrassed, and the rest of the kids in my class pretty much ostracized me for the rest of the year. I remember being terrified that my mother would get sued over it because we were poor. But that never happened. Risher got his tooth fixed. I don't know what they did. Cap it, or an implant or whatever and I'm pretty sure the school's insurance paid for it.
