Lying in bed Tuesday evening, listening to my satellite radio which was tuned into the 80s channel, I heard a song from the British band Def Leppard, and it got my mind to thinking.
Photograph.
It's a simple as that one word for our beloved hobby.
Someone out there, somewhere, has taken a photograph.
Sometimes, the photograph shows intensity:
Maybe the photograph shows some poetry in motion:
How about a photograph of how we interact with wildlife??
Baseball photography can even reveal hypnotic powers....
Still yet, poor attempts at imitating an iconic US figure are revealed with photography
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| Sorry Carl, but those whiskers need to be longer and a little more gray for you to look like Uncle Sam |
Finally, sometimes photography reveals that sometimes players just don't want to be pictured out on the battlefield.
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| Matt's contract didn't call for an actual public appearance on the diamond |
All in all, isn't the photography why we really chase the cards? Well, maybe the older guys will remember the days before we had certified autos/jersey/serial numbered parallels in packs.
The photograph was really all we had back then.
Thanks for reading, Robert
Whenever I think of Def Lepard, I think of...
ReplyDelete"THE DRUMMER FROM DEF LEPARD'S ONLY GOT ONE ARM! THE DRUMMER FROM DEF LEPARD'S ONLY GOT ONE ARM!"
Great. This is the third blog comment in a row now that has gotten just as many dumb songs stuck in my head.