A Story Never Told

Spent part of the day today at the ball park visiting some of my baseball family. The stadium and field are just as beautiful as ever. It’s ghostly silent now when it should be filled with the sounds of baseball. I feel robbed of all the memories a season brings. All the great moments of late night come from behind wins, pitching battles, home runs and crushing one run loses. The pages of those moments I would have captured are empty. I’ve missed out on the relationships with staff, and all the coaches and players. I would have spent about 600 hours at the ball park this season. I never gave up hope even until that very last moment the final league phone conference said it was over. This ball park has been a summer home for 12 years. The last 10 I have documented from behind the lens of my camera. I guess 13 was a very unlucky number for this season. The ball park and the team have always been a place of hope. I can honestly say for the first time in all these years I can’t say that we will take the field for next season. We survived this season but I don’t know how the league as a whole can survive another lost season. The lights could go out for good and that’s not the final chapter I would want to have for this book.