I got smashed flat across the forehead by a slightly downhill, fast-moving star wraith. Blind dogleg, I was the spotter on the corner. First guy threw, went slightly past the green into the woods, so I ran down to mark it. Was jogging back to the spotting corner, but the next guy on the tee pad couldn't wait I guess. I never saw it coming. I screamed and fell flat on my face. Guys on the tee pad thought I was joking around. Other people from nearby holes heard otherwise and came running over. First thing I noticed was I was no longer wearing my glasses, and I was bleeding from somewhere on my face. I was definitely worried for my eyes.
I didn't even get concussed, very lucky. This was half way through a league night. They say I shot better the rest of the round ;-)
I think of what an inch or three could've meant. Eye socket for sure. Nose. Teeth.
I got home and looked in the mirror--flat horizontal line across the middle of my forehead. Also, mysteriously, several small, half-inch vertical scratches at the hairline. I went and got a disc and figured out that the disc skipped off my forehead, and in doing so, the underside, back of the rim scraped my hairline.
It still landed close to the basket--could've been an ace if not for me getting in the way...
I've got a lot of mileage out of that story. Whenever I get to that hole and there is someone in the group that hasn't heard it, they get the full story.
I'm still friends with the guy who hit me. But he was in idiot that day who could've killed me.