I cannot tell you how many times in my life something I threw, shot, hit, whatever… went through a glass window. Baseballs, golf balls, hockey pucks, bullets (I grew up in the country), if we made it a week without me or my brother destroying something, we’d call it a win.
And I used to feel bad about it. All the shit we broke, all the time and money my parents spent fixing it… not anymore. Not after I just watched a professional pitcher throw a baseball through his own window.
Dodgers pitcher Joe Kelly was working on a change up in his backyard when the pitch got away from him and ran right into his bedroom window, shattering the entire thing.
So you see mom, it happens to the best of us. Even people who get paid millions of dollars to throw things with extreme accuracy miss every so often, and break something they didn’t mean to. It happened to me (often) and it happens to Joe Kelly. Conscience clear.
Oh, and I could make the obligatory “there’s an opening on the Dodgers staff” joke right about now, but I won’t. I don’t want to make any jokes about baseball until we have it back.