I have a scar over my eye where my cousin hit me in the eye with a baseball bat when I was a small boy. I have another scar on my right ear where my brother body-slammed me on a marble coffee table one day when we were wrestling. Mom, of course, was gone somewhere, thank goodness. I have yet another scar right under my chin where a friend (I think!) rammed his football helmet while we played “bull-in-the-ring” before a big game one Friday night. Now let me tell you, all three of those events inflicted