Ya missed me by THAT much. Well, not a miss. Cruising passed Baseball Diamond 5 and an errant ball ticked off the bat, made a popping hit on the steel roof of the dugout to next bounce off my backside. A mere slap as it continued its trajectory easily rolling from my lower shoulder. But it could have made a big impression had I been 1/10 second off my pace bruising ping-pong like off of my scalp instead. Conversely, if I’d have picked up the speed, I might have been long gone during the foul ball ricochet. Fate is the Hunter.