I can’t tell you how many times I tried shit like this when I was little. I mean, I could, but really who gives a shit. Anyway, most of the time it resulted in the ball hitting my face, and that wasn’t because I missed catching it, it was because my brothers, who were usually the ones throwing it, didn’t throw it with the intention of me catching it, but instead it hitting me and injuring me. Yet every time I went through with it. F%&k you Danny, and Evan. F%&k you.