Noah and Owen play baseball at a park comprised of five baseball fields, a couple of soccer fields, tennis courts, a small playground, and a walking track. There are always people there. When the children play baseball and soccer, the place is packed.
Saturday they had a game at 9:00 am. They have an hour and a half time limit. After the game, snacks are passed out, the coaches pass out the game balls, and have a general team meeting. That usually takes about 15 minutes. Mr. Fixit and I left as soon as we congratulated the boys so we could get to our other grandson’s game about 45 minutes away. It must have been a few minutes after 11:00 am when we left.
Jason, Alisa, and the boys stayed to hang out with friends when they heard someone yelling, “I’ve been shot.” It was about 11:30. A dad was walking with his children off the ball field. He was hit in the butt and was knocked off his feet. No one heard the shot. In the meantime, other games were being played.
Jason took Alisa and the boys and put them in the car and then went back to the field to see if anyone needed any help. He said that everyone was down on the ground, parents covering their children with their bodies. Some of the children were down on the field at the positions they had been playing.
Thankfully the man wasn’t seriously injured. I suppose it was a good thing that an adult was hit. If it had been a child, the bullet would have hit any where from head high to chest high, depending on the child’s height. The results could have been fatal.
According to news reports, the sheriff’s department doesn’t seem to be taking this incident very seriously. They indicated that Saturday was the first day of deer season and they believe there was no malicious intent. The sheriff’s department and the news media seem to be pooh-poohing the whole thing. The headline was “Man Shot in Buttocks”, not “Shot fired at Little League Field”.
Needless to say, parents are upset that the authorities and the media seem to be taking this shooting so lightly. This grandparent isn’t too happy either. My son, his wife, and my grandchildren were too close for comfort. It seems that the good ole boys take their deer hunting more seriously than the safety of children.