That's Why I'm Here in Right Field, Just Watching the Dandelions Grow.

Off in the distance, the game's dragging on,
There's strikes on the batter, some runners are on,
I don't know the inning, I've forgotten the score,
The whole team is yelling and I don't know what for.

Then suddenly everyone's looking at me,
My mind has been wandering; what could it be?
They point at the sky and I look up above . . .
And a softball his me in the nose.

How utterly embarrassing . . . wonder if urgent care is still open.