First thing I saw was a couple of people tending to a woman lying face first on the concrete about six feet from the back of the section. Second thing I saw was Teri lift her head, at which point blood gushed onto the ground, onto a spilled Nationals cup, onto her arms and shoes and the arms and shoes of passersby. There was a gash over her eye. A big gash. She’d passed out walking and nothing broke her frontal fall. It looked pretty damn bad.

Medics and do-gooders with napkins, bags of ice and more flocked to her. The Phorty quickly realized one of its own was down. Cataldi had an expression of horror on his face; he covered his mouth with his hand. The team captain Jason, of the pre-game pep talk, didn’t seem to be able to comprehend the situation.

Within a minute, another woman in a Phillies shirt, unrelated to the trip, fell down less than 10 feet from Teri’s bloodbath of a head. Within another minute, Teri’s brother Bob looked glazed, confused, and unable to stand on his own.

Damn you, Red Eagles, damn you.

This entry was posted on Tuesday, May 22nd, 2012 at 12:40 pm.