I don't know how a guy could ever pitch again after having had that happen. Every time I threw I would be flinching thinking it was coming right back at me.
It breaks your heart. It is designed to break your heart. The game begins in the spring, when everything else begins again, and it blossoms in the summer, filling the afternoons and evenings, and then as soon as the chill rains come, it stops and leaves you to face the fall alone. - A. Bartlett Giamatti