I've always thought of baseball as being one of the milder sports but add a bunch of 9 and 10-year-olds to the game and it becomes almost as wild and wooly as an NFL football game.
During the first game of the season one of our lads hit the ball and it went fast and furious directly into the eye of the other team's pitcher so he spent the rest of that game with an ice pack (and a headache, I'm sure). Last night one of our best players was sliding into second base under the second baseman and when the dust cleared he lay there with tibia and fibula broken a few inches below his knee. That was bad enough but his mom was sitting there 8 months and 30 days into her current pregnancy and I'm sure the accident was causing some major anxiety. She was already scheduled for induction today. I believe they were able to get them both to hospitals in Little Rock, he for surgery and her to have the baby.
That little baseball player didn't even cry until he thought about not being able to play ball for the rest of the season.