Once when playing 3B in high school, I was talking to the SS (who, by the way is my Marlins/Nats buddy down here) when I heard the crack of the bat - they were still wood back then. I turned just in time for the ball to smack me on the bridge of my nose. I stumbled around, grabbed the ball, and heaved the mother to RF, continued stumbling, and crashed on the bench. I wore the stitch marks from the ball for a long time, and still have a scar from that one.