Editors Note:


EDITOR'S NOTE: Fresh off a three year managerial stint, your friendly neighborhood lenslinger is back on the street and under heavy deadline. As the numbing effects of his self-imposed containment wear off, vexing reflections and pithy epistles are sure to follow...

Sunday, March 30, 2008

Release the Hounds...


Sports shooters: they're a funky bunch. They travel in packs, rarely use their sticks and can track a golfball soaring through a cloudbank from a quarter mile away. But don't take my word for it, just check out this photo taken by El Ocho photog Nathan Parsons at something called the NC Double A Regional Finals. I dunno - some kind of basketball tournament, I think. Anyway, even though I'm no proponent of organized athletics, I have to envy these guys a little. To a true sports fan, possessing press credentials to the Big Game must be like holding a backstage pass to your favorite fantasy. Me, I'd rather take a flying tripod leg to the eye socket than take part in this most physical flavor of elbow fiesta. Hey, I got an idea! Let's pin some sweaty jock to his locker door, shine three lights in his face and ask him to recite a few breathless clich├ęs! That'll make for GREAT television! Seriously though, I dip my lens to all those photogs manning the sidelines - and not just because I recognize about half the fellas up there. Here's to you, Backward Hat Squad! If it weren't for you some pasty bookworm like myself would be forced to slog through the biblical funk that is your post-game locker room milieu. Now, PLAY BALL!

1 comment:

Laz said...

i agree, i've been in the middle of some of those sports obsessed photogs whose tripod still has the hangin Gitzo tag. May the TV Gods have mercy on your shoulders. :-)