Who really started the Trifecta tradition?
A dark shape moves silently through the shadows. Stops, leans against a pillar, looks left, then right, then in a single smooth motion, scales the fence and moves into the shadow of a doorway. Two security guards turn the corner. "Did you hear that?" "No, what was it?" "I swear I heard the fence rattle." "Ah probably just wind, let's move on."
As the guards move out of earshot, the figure begins to move again, from hiding place to hiding place, until he can see his goal only a few yards away. He peers out from between the hedges, takes a swig of something from a flask, then dashes those final yards.
All the bases at Foley field, the roof of Stegman, and now the Sanford 50 yard line. Clarke was pleased with himself.