I was one of those unfortunate pitchers with not quite fast enough reflexes. Line drive off of the left side of my midsection. It bounced off of me and rolled in the direction of the 1Bdude. He went to the bag as I went for the ball. I barehanded it and tried to underhand it to him in one motion. I didn’t let go in time and it sailed over his head. I’m pretty sure I could have gotten him out. This was the first inning.
To finish off the second inning, another line drive come backer, this time to the right of me. It wasn’t going to hit me, and I instinctively reached out with my bare right hand (dumb, dumb, dumb). I knocked it down, and with more calm and patience than before, grabbed it and threw him out.
I went to LF for the rest of that game.
Next day I wake up, and I have a bruise on my left side. A very nice outline of the softball complete with some stitch marks from the softball.