In college my wife and I played on a city league coed slow-pitch softball team. We lost every game we played but we had a hell of a lot of fun.
In one of our games, I came to the plate in the last inning down a run, with one out and runners on 2nd and 3rd. Our opponent was almost as bad as we were, and their third baseman - an awkward, lanky girl with two left feet - had been booting plays all night. My typical strategy was simply to take walks and get 2nd base for free, but their pitcher had been pumping strikes all game long. So I stepped into the box with the mindset of pulling the ball hard, right in the 6-10 feet of dirt between her and the third base bag.
I swung at the first pitch and saw that I had hit a sinking line drive that was hooking right where I wanted it to go (a miracle in and of itself). Untouched, it would land about 3-4 feet inside the base. My runner at third takes a generous lead, assuming the same outcome I am. The third baseman stumbles to her right and reaches across her body to stab at the ball with her glove. She catches it, but then her glove arm gets tangled up with her legs and she falls. The ball pops out of her glove and bounces off her chest and into the air toward the line, my runner taking off with abandon at seeing the ball come loose. As the third baseman hits the dirt, she somehow gets her right arm out from underneath her body and reaches her hand out to catch the ball four inches off the ground. The force of the ball landing in her hand nudges her hand down to touch the bag directly underneath.
Double play, ballgame. I did everything I wanted to do and the third baseman beat me, so good for her. I wish I had video of it.