No sliding on this field

I am on the Provo City Softball League, Team Strike Four (see Davey's blog). We had our first play-off game yesterday (creamed Ken-Garf Honda) and the field looked like a giant baked brick. It was pretty hard i.e. I heard a couple of guys comment that there would be no sliding today. I even thought that myself. Until I hit the ball through the third base side and as I rounded first I saw no play to second. In fact, the ball was thrown to third. Fools. With my speed turned on, I raced to second base thinking I had it easy. Well, the third baseman recovered quicker than I thought he would and launched the ball to second. Piss! I knew what I had to do to make it safe. with my costocondritus (bruised ribs), I decided I needed to slide more on my side than my belly so down i went..and muttered every single swear word in the book! sources also confirm Whitney letting out various profanities as shw watched. I felt the dirt tear into my skin as I slid to freedom. Oh, I was safe. I had the wounds to prove it. I am now beat up all along my leg, hip, and arm and wince whenever I have to move any of those things. Which, actually, isn't very much when you sleep in till noon. I'd publish a picture with this but the hip wound is a little revealing.