Published: Sunday, June 24, 2012
Updated: Monday, August 27, 2012 16:08
This was from Opening Day two years ago. Mark Buehrle was the standard opening day pitcher. Not only was he an ace pitcher, but any game with him starting usually ended within two hours. He went to work and got the job done. He's with the Miami Marlins now. I miss him.
I recently went to St. Louis with friends for part of the White Sox-Cardinals series. We were at the final game of the three-game series and Westbrook was their starter. Our seats were in the bleachers, only about fifteen feet from their bullpen. Westbrook won that night.
I staked out their bullpen a bit and expected to get yelled at, but I got lucky! I got a few really close-up shots.
I got lucky with the light in this one. Busch Stadium is a gorgeous park. I highly recommend traveling the 5-6 hours down there for a game.
This was from the White Sox-Tigers series last month. Roger Bossard has been the head White Sox groundskeeper since 1983. This is clearly a man who loves what he does, and he is really good at it. I got a few nice shots of him while the Tigers took batting practice.
Baseball turns men into boys sometimes. I love the joy I caught in this moment.
Danks had a rough start that night, but when he's on, he is on. And you never go wrong with Konerko on first.
Baseball is simple. It's a mental game, but it really is simple. There's a poetry to it. It's romantic. If you've never seen the film "Bull Durham," watch it and you'll see what I'm talking about.
Baseball isn't like other sports. It's not loud like football and it's not fast like hockey. It's quiet. Go to a game and watch people. Those who love baseball and what it does to them are quiet. They're letting the rhythm of the game change them. Few things in the world can do that to people.
I believe in the Church of Baseball.