Much later in the afternoon, Katie and I went to the pitching clinic that her softball league is running. It was the second session and progress is being made. The session wrapped up as the rec center was closing, so the parking lot was pretty empty as we were walking across it.
As I approached the car, Katie was busily angling for ice cream and I was giving in.
When I hit the patch of black ice with my right foot.
And I felt the ligaments in my left knee start to complain.
It was almost exactly 12 years ago when I slipped on a patch of black ice in my driveway and destroyed two ligaments in my left knee. There was a momentary sense of deja vu.
And then I managed to do the *right* thing.
I let my left knee collapse and I fell down.
Fortunately, some of our friends were *also* just leaving the pitching clinic. They came by, bringing along an empty five gallon bucket from the clinic session which I was able to use to help me get up, once I moved away from the patch of ice.
And I am slightly bruised, but otherwise fine.
That could have been *much* worse.