It started out ok, until I was going for a ground ball (for those of you interested, I HATE the infield) while playing shortstop. Well, I stopped short instead and decided to kinda trip and land on my knee, skidding into the sandy dirt. I felt more embarrased for falling, and my ego was bruised, but I wasnt about to stop now. My knee burned, and I could see the skin was a bit shaggy around the wound, but blood or no blood I was going to carry on. Honestly, it just felt like having my eyebrows waxed. Again, i was more embarrased of falling then feeling any type of pain.
This all came to a halt though, once I got home and had the task of cleaning out my skinned knee and pouring the peroxide over it. Lets just say I swore a lot and the dogs looked at me with concern. But, once it was somewhat clean, it was off to Santa Cruz for a little bike riding to finish the beautiful day.

and for those of you interested in my little scrape, go here: