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Bo Got Bo’ed

There are very, very few things I find interesting in American baseball, being the Filipino that I am.

This is one of them.

Taken from the Youtube description:

Boyfriend chooses the better part of valor and ducks a foul ball, which strikes his girlfriend, earning him the nickname "Bailer"
HOUSTON -- A young female Astros fan got a painful lesson in chivalry Monday night at Minute Maid Park.
The woman, identified only as Sarah, was struck on the right arm by a foul ball off the bat of Chris Johnson in the fourth inning while sitting down the left-field line -- a ball that she didn't see coming because her boyfriend ducked out of the way at the last second.
"As soon as we got here and I saw where we were sitting, I said 'Baby, we're going to get hit,'" the woman said when interviewed during the game. "He said, 'No, I'll catch it if you do. We just had this conversation and sure enough, the ball comes at me. He just bailed."
The boyfriend, named Bo, wound up retrieving the ball, but he had one of the oldest excuses in the book as to why he lost flight of the ball.
"The ball was coming up and I was going to catch it and it was in the lights and I lost track of it," he said.
Sarah was standing -- or, in this case, sitting -- by her man, even if she had a bruise to show for it.

Priceless. I can only imagine the fight they had after that game. I’ll bet you it involves a cast, and ends with a ration. I mean, what is that crowd even screaming?

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