Notes on the Village Idiots of Manchester Township
I'm pretty sure the precedent on this goes back to the nineteenth century. I'm still searching for the incident, but in the late 1800s, a fan was hit in the face by either a home run or foul ball, and since then the rule of thumb has been that, barring some obvious negligence by organizers, or specific deviation from stadium conduct by participants, if you go to a baseball game, it's up to you to know where various balls are throughout.
I did, however, find a recent article from
Cecil Adams:
One comprehensive medical study found 291 injuries from foul balls during baseball games attended by 7.7 million spectators—a rate of roughly one injury per 26,000 attendees. That's an order of magnitude worse than the figure I came up with for injuries during the 1977 season based on an informal phone survey—1 in 298,000. My apologies to any injured parties or their heirs and estates.
With so many balls ending up in the stands (on average a few dozen per game, judging from several small-scale counts), it's remarkable deaths and injuries aren't more frequent. As it is there have been some bizarre incidents. On Aug. 17, 1957, center fielder Richie Ashburn of the Philadelphia Phillies hit fan Alice Roth twice with foul balls during a single at-bat: the first foul broke her nose, and then Ashburn lined a second ball into her as she was being carried off on a stretcher.
Given the risks, you'd think MLB clubs would have been sued back to the sandlot by now. However, the courts have generally held, even recently, that spectators at baseball games don't have to be protected from common and expected risks. Case law from before World War I absolves park owners from liability for foul balls and broken bats. That's not to say the clubs are immune to lawsuits. Patrons have successfully sued after being hit by foul balls that passed through protective netting, stumbling over loose bats, falling into holes, or tripping and falling down stairs. The common thread seems to be that the hazards involved couldn't reasonably have been anticipated.
Generally speaking, though, the law considers that when you go out to the old ball game you're willingly assuming the risk of injury or death ....
It should be noted that the Alice Roth case, while interesting insofar as it might be, is also vaguely predictable in a certain sense. The theory goes that if the pitcher is generally ahead of the hitter, the foul balls will carry straight back into the fence or netting behind home plate. As a hitter catches up and comes around on the pitches, the foul balls will start to carry up the lines. Most people notice the end point of this process more than anything else, when suddenly a pitcher collapses and a string of hitters pick up consecutive base hits. The idea that consecutive foul balls would travel similar vectors is not so strange in and of itself, and with a century to play with, something like the Roth incident will eventually happen.
But that is, of course, the major and minor leagues.
This is little league.
What do we expect of little league?
Well, the facilities are observably inferior to major league parks. The players are young, and observably inferior to major league players.
Sure, the ball is coming slower, but that only means you have more time to recognize the hazard. Otherwise, expect something akin to chaos. Little league is nearly funny to people who don't take baseball seriously; hell, some of the kids don't even know which direction to run around the bases.
The burden of demonstrating intentional recklessness ("assaulted and battered"; count one) will be difficult for Ms. Lloyd and her lawyers.
The second count, "engaging in inappropriate physical and/or sporting activity", is a head-scratcher. If the bullpen isn't an appropriate place for a pitcher and catcher to throw, what is?
The third count, pertaining to "services, society, and consortium" of the wife, ought to be hilarious if the whole thing makes it to trial. Were I the Migliaccios' lawyer, I would grill the Lloyds about their sex lives in open court, to ensure that their regular consortium does not cause any sense of pain—no hard thrusts, no slapping of the ass, no hands on the throat, no pulling hair, &c.—in order to establish a threshold index describing the point that Ms. Lloyd was unable to screw her husband for the pain of her facial injuries.
I mean, if she can deep throat? I have no idea which way a jury will break on that, but I can certainly imagine the courtroom having difficulty suppressing laughter.
Which brings us back to the point: This complaint probably won't make it to trial. And the Lloyds have forever branded themselves in Manchester Township as village idiots.
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Notes:
Adams, Cecil. "Baseball Games: More Dangerous Than Cecil Once Thought". The Straight Dope. April 6, 2012. Washington City Paper. June 23, 2012. http://www.washingtoncitypaper.com/...games-more-dangerous-than-cecil-once-thought/