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.