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This is what a Giancarlo Stanton home run looks like when it is coming directly at you:

And now, two pictures. One is of a fan I admire a great deal: 

It's the girl in the red shirt. The girl in the red shirt probably feels silly looking at this picture of herself. Don't feel silly, Girl! You are strong and you are smart. When the aliens come, you are the hero of the story who hops into an unattended Jeep and drives quickly away. When the aliens come, the rest of these people are the extras who stare, mouth agape, right up until the laser hatch opens. 

The second picture is of a fan for whom I have great concern: 

Those are, at the bottom of the frame, his hands, reaching for this ball, which got a piece of his fingers. I can almost forgive this fan, in his exuberance, thinking that catching this home run would be worth the pain of catching this home run. I can't, however, forgive him for the delusion that he would actually be able to catch this ball without a glove. He would have a better chance of catching an adorable kitten thrown from an airplane. Awww now why would I go and put that image in your head?