Ball-o-phobia?

I'm deathly afraid of balls, be it basketball, football, netball, volleyball...you get the picture. I wonder if there is a specific term for it...ball-o-phobia? I have a horror of the ball careening towards me and slamming into my head. Which is why I generally shy away from team sports of any kind.
Today, however, I made an appearance at Youth Park to play captain ball with a few friends from church. It was at least 2 years since I had been last, rather like coming out of hibernation. Actually, the original plan was for me to go home and have a nap after lunch, and IF I wake up in time, then I would go for games. At the back of my mind I really had no wish to go, due to the aforesaid phobia, so I did not set my alarm clock on purpose, hoping that I would sleep through the afternoon. However, things do not always turn out the way you plan it. In the midst of my slumber, I received 2 text messages and one phone call asking me if I were going or not. One message can be ignored, even two. But after the third, I was more or less awake and since I told myself that if I could wake up I would go, there really wasn't much choice in the matter. Dragging my unwilling body out of bed, I got ready and drove to the park, half an hour later than the time we were supposed to meet.
But when all's been said and done, I had no regrets going. I may not have played that much, due to the fact that I ducked or ran away most of the time whenever the ball came in my direction (much to the chagrin of my teammates), but I certainly enjoyed myself. Oh well, I hope the fear will dissipate in time...