So imagine that you are at an excruciatingly boring baseball game that feels like it has been going on and on for hours despite the fact that it is only the top of the 3rd inning. You sit down to relax and fight yourself from dozing off multiple times and when you open your eyes all the sudden you see a baseball bat flying at you. A baseball bat that causes all of the people around you squirm up like a little coward except for the guy in the black shirt two rows back from you that just gives you a look like “damn that had to hurt.” Now that’s what I call a wake up call.