Reason 1
Sunday evening was the cause of a decrease in mercury as the temperature dipped back into the 40s, not to mention a light overcast of rain showers throughout the evening.

Reason 2
The bases used as Fred Beekman Park for intramural softball are much less of a gentle “bag� as one would assume and more of a hard, unforgiving, plastic-coated hunk of slippery block when wet.

Reason 3
I hit a 1-1 pitch deep over the head of the left-center fielder, and I was sure that a triple was in my future. Needless to say, I was running (Forrest Gump pun intended, but still true to the story).

Reason 4
I’m flat out clumsy sometimes. I credit my poor sense of balance.

Conclusion

In the third inning of our weekly intramural softball games, my third spot came up to bat, and I hit a bullet to the outfield. In a matter of seconds, I was flying through mid-air as I slipped off first base while rounding the bag. The bases were quite slippery, and I have the scars to prove it. With my body weight leaning toward the inside of the baseball diamond, a sniper came out of nowhere and took out my legs.

I found myself on the ground…bloodied and triple-less.