I flailed my arm in a throwing motion before I could even walk.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
Something went wrong with my right arm. I no longer could throw hard, and it hurt like the dickens every time I threw.
My arm came back just as quickly as it went sore on me in 1915. I awoke one morning and learned I could throw without pain again.
I was playing baseball, and I tripped over first base - I'm very clumsy - and I fell and broke my wrist. That was pretty painful.
I have an elbow that bends the wrong way, and I'd do things like stand in an elevator and the doors would close, and I'd pretend that my arm had got caught in it, and then I'd scream, 'Ow, ow, put it back!'
I broke my finger in a stunt in a very not-too-romantic way. I was just trying to tackle someone, and I just flicked his forearm and then screamed in pain.
I looked at my shoulder and saw a javelin stuck in it. I was in shock.
I could hit the damn ball. No matter who was throwing. Or where the ball was. I left the bench swinging. I didn't get many walks.
I was short with my fastball and breaking ball.
When I throw a softball, there's no time to think about the motion of my arm. I just look at the first baseman's glove and react.
I was in a play directed by my father, and I was doing a fight scene, and the choreography went haywire, and I flew backward over a chair and ripped my thumb all the way to my wrist and had to have surgery to sew up all the tendons in there.
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