After photographing a couple of sweet girls in Lake Park last Friday evening, I wandered over to the ball field where my neighbor was playing his Little League game. It was a beautiful, summer night and it reminded me of when I was "Little League age" but couldn't play Little League ball. Back then it was the "boys only" club.
But I was a good ball player! We played daily in the neighborhood or with the summer park program. Shortstop, centerfield, you name it - I had an arm! But instead of sitting and watching my brother play, a kind man, Harry Schumbel, saw the pain in our hearts and gave me and another girlfriend the jobs of announcing and scorekeeping.
We sat up high in the clubhouse and either announced like the big leagues, or pushed the pencil around keeping score of runs, hits, errors and passed pitches. It kept us out of trouble and made us feel important. Thanks Harry but I still wanted to play.
So all of that came back to me as I photographed Henry that night. I chose this image because he has a great "at bat" stance. Bat held high with elbows up. Had I been scoring the game, he would have been given a hit as he made it to first base. Way to go Henry!
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