3/29/08
Home Sweet McCoy
Having come through on the Daylight Savings Time side of another New England winter, I survive to photograph again. Every summer since I began my journey has been splendid. Each has been different -- each has left behind a trail of photographs and new friends. If I can't get to a ballpark two hours before I game, I feel the day has been wasted. Sometimes I will get there three or four hours before the contest and observe, watching who comes in and learning why. As Yogi said, "You can observe a lot by watching." Baseball takes care of you. Last year saw the passing of a dear, dear friend. I flew to Memphis for his funeral and three days later, I was at the World Series in Boston. Taketh away and giveth.
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