So Close, But Fortunately

It was a normal futsal game I had last night. In the chilling conditions nowadays, where the temperature usually will not exceed 5 degrees, I hardly sweat throughout the game although it was played in the gymnasium. Nevertheless, it did not make the game less action. They were just simply making shots everywhere while dribbling around as if the pink ball is sticked to their feet. Then, out of a sudden, I felt something had hit me down there.

*Piak*

Someone's shot went a little off the targeted goalmouth and it hit me instead. Of course, it is something common for the ball to hit your body when you play a ball game, but it hit me on the wrong place at the wrong time. To make matter worse, it hit me HARD. You go figure yourself which part I am talking about here.

This is how close I was for the pink ball from making the ultimate contact with my little brother.

Fortunately, my right palm was just in front of it, and that provided something like a protection to it. However, my palm did not covered it completely as the ball still hit some side part of it. The feeling of getting hit down there was of course, pain. The momentum on the ball was so big that even my palm turned red. I wonder what would have happen if my right palm was a few centimeters away. In fact, I don't even dare to think about that. But if that is to happen, I just have one thing in my mind.

I will not be celebrating Fathers' Day in the future.