In high school, we were playing our last game my freshman year and coach gives the last start to a hard working Sophmore. We play against a team that was ranked in the state and had a kid that was eventually picked in the 5th round by the Stl Cards.
My teammate held his own the 1st time through the lineup, but the wheels came off in the 4th. Stud Cards kid hits a 400+ft bomb in his 2nd AB of the 4th, and coach mercifully pulls the pitcher.
Fast Forward to our first team meeting in February the following season. Coach is the last person in the room. Closes the door and pulls this beat up baseball out of his pocket. He puts it on the desk in front of the classroom. He makes sure everyone sees it and someone asks
"Coach, what is that?" Coach looks down at the ball and says, "I'm sitting at the table eating my Christmas dinner, and this ball crashes through my living room window and lands next to my tree." We look at each other, kind of laughing, mostly uncomfortable, and he looks at our now Junior pitcher and asks, " Do you know where that came from?" "No" the kid obviously says. "That's the home run you gave up in the last game. It re-entered orbit and ruined my window."