Out of left field

“Whoa,” Samuel said. “Where did that come from?”

A dead pigeon had fallen from the sky. Must be bad luck, especially at a baseball game, to have a dead bird fall in your lap. He was in for it, and not that he needed any more bad omens for this worst of all possible years.

“Get that off, Sam,” Samantha said. “That’s freaking me out. Let’s go wash up. I feel dirty all of a sudden.”

“No argument from me, Sam,” Samuel said. He stood and the bird fell to the floor. He’d tell someone to clean it up, but he wasn’t going to do it.

Sam and Sam walked up the aisle and just as they were to reach the exit, they heard the bat meet the ball. And then the crowd around them roared and jumped to their feet. And then – the ball came flying in their direction. Sam and Sam turned around in time to see the ball fly right toward them and hit Sam in the head. Sam dropped dead at Sam’s feet.

So which Sam got nailed by the ball?