A real jawbreaker!
"You have a broken jaw. We're going to have to wire your mouth shut for about six weeks," the Doctor said matter-of-factly.
I lay on the exam table and stared at the ceiling. That lucky catch of the foul ball in left field didn't feel so lucky all of a sudden. The ball had bounced off my cheek and then into my glove. Real luck they said.
"Do you play baseball?" asked the Doc. I whispered yes. It hurt too much to do much else. "Well you'll need to not do that for several weeks or so. I'll send a note explaining all this. At least you don't have to have any dental work done. You were lucky."
But that catch had won the game for our team. So I guess it was a lucky break for us!