There are days in our history that live in infamy. The bombing of Pearl Harbor, the assassination of John F. Kennedy, Jr., these are days that deserve the title. President Franklin D. Roosevelt coined the phrase and others have taken it and run with it.

For the Phillies, there are other days that will live in baseball infamy as well, though perhaps not as momentous as one country dragging another into a world war. 2015 was a season which a few events can be chalked up to infamous for a team that has a history chock full of moments. You may remember the “white towel” game in Baltimore as the lowest point of the season and that can be argued as the worst. I will always remember the “oh my god the catcher just hit the pitcher in the throat” day, not just for sadness it envokes as a fan of the team, but for the sheer hilarity that ensued once crisis had been averted.

Baseball Reference allows us to go back in time and look at the play by play of the game. Sean O’Sullivan was pitching for the Phillies, a fairly nondescript pitcher that the team that they needed because, as rules dictate, someone has to pitch. He entered the rotation not as a man winning a spot amongst the top five options, but rather as someone who could nod with affirmation when posed the question “Can you pitch?”

Notice we’re not asking “can you pitch today?” or “how’s your arm feeling?” types of questions. O’Sullivan basically had to show that his right arm still hung to the side of his body and the Phillies would have been happy.

He was recently put into the rotation and had performed admirably, having started the week prior and giving up only three runs in five innings, a month after his initial duo of starts in early April. When May 17 rolled around and it was his turn to start against the Arizona Diamondbacks, O’Sullivan was ready to get to work.

He was facing a Diamondbacks lineup that, well, they had a decent 2-3-4 part with Mark Trumbo, prime Paul Goldschmidt and AJ Pollock doing damage. He had limited them to nothing over the initial five frames, scooting out of trouble when it did appear. In the sixth, he allowed Pollock and Yasmany Tomas to get on the corners thanks to back-to-back singles with two outs. They were threatening and O’Sullivan was running out of steam. He managed to get the count to 2-2 against Aaron Hill before missing high to run the count full.

Then, chaos.

Cameron Rupp believed O’Sullivan to be looking at him to receive the throw back, but O’Sullivan was unhappy with himself on the location of the previous pitch. He was thinking, gazing out to right field. Was he looking for help? Was he wishing upon a star? What he wasn’t doing was preparing to receive the throw back, when

Listen, I know that injuries are not supposed to be funny. They’re really not. It’s not cool to laugh at someone’s malady in the moment, particularly when there could be some actual consequences at stake with the person. If/When the pain subsides and people are able to reflect on the situation, most times the person will laugh about it.

This is one of those moments.

The accuracy of Rupp, chucking the ball back to O’Sullivan so perfectly that it hits him squarely in the throat defies expectation. The immediate reaction and the team rushing out to check him indicated there was an issue. Anyone who has had their throat suddenly smacked knows that the wind can leave quickly and choking ensues.

But O’Sullivan was fine.

He would retire Hill on a flyball to left, ending the inning and O’Sullivan’s outing. The Phillies won that day, 6-0, giving our hero his first and final win of 2015. He would be released later in the year by the team and would latch on with Boston the next year, where he would remain for a few spot starts before he was released, never to return to the majors.

But when his grandchildren hear tales of his career and inevitable search him on YouTube, Google or whatever means are available to them, this highlight will come up.

At least he has that.