Before the new season started I thought I better get some new "glare-free" glasses, so I went to our friendly neighborhood optometrist, who also happens to be the Wife's cousin, for an eye exam. Everything was going swimmingly, but then I took my old glasses off to look at the first eye chart. It was a normal, everyday eye chart, up on the wall on the far side of the room, probably 15 feet in front of me. Without my glasses on, I squinted as hard as I could, trying to make out any of the tiny characters in the three lines of letters. No matter how hard I squinted I couldn't quite make out any of them. I tried and tried, but to no avail. Defeated, I finally gave in and put my old glasses back on. I looked up at the three lines of tiny letters I had been trying to read, and was totally flabbergasted to see that it was not three lines of letters, but one giant "E", as big as could be. I knew I was extremely near-sighted, but this was embarrassing. How could I have not have seen that it was a single letter?
I muddled through the rest of the exam, secretly still embarrassed by my near-blindness. Thankfully my eyes hadn't gotten much worse, so my new glasses are still only Coke bottle-thickness, and not plate glass-thickness. At least I will be able to see any line drives coming my way this year.