I remember once when I was younger, my dad and I were playing catch (baseball). And it was all pretty fun. And then the "last throw" he was like, "scoot back, I'm gonna rocket this one" and I was like "ok daddy." And so he really chunks it. And my uncoordinated self just watched this white blur headed towards me, and I can't react fast enough BAM - right in the face. So I always thought that was a sort of funny story, that my dad beaned me in the face with a baseball. But I never realized what it might seem like from his perspective. Can you imagine just tryin to have some fun with your kid, and watching as you release the ball - realizing in that split second - "he's not catching this one" and then proceeding to watch your son go down for the count. Man, that can't be a good feeling. It must be a relief to see that your son is ok, but still maybe feel kinda sheepish for what happened. I dunno, just speculating ...