11 Years and Counting
I photographed an outdoor symphony the other night. I didn’t realize it until I began talking to a lady in one of the concession stands. I thought I was here to make video footage of the game.
Dedicated and loving her team and her community, she whisks around in temperatures approaching 145 degrees F, to serve up pretzels, cold beverages, and hot dogs. She gives her heart to what she does, manages the heat, and is greatful when it cools down. Not everyone would or could do what she does. And without her, fans would soon begin to have a much less enjoyable time at the ballpark.
What Does it Take to Make a Team?
I began to wonder, what does it take to make a team. Sure it takes players, coaches, funding, marketing, and logistics. But that doesn’t describe for me what it takes to make a team. What is right in front of my face? I see a man, who served his community faithfully for nearly two decades in the local state parks, working hard after a full weeks work downtown, climbing the stands row after row selling raffle tickets for an autographed bat.
I see a man using the opportunity to distribute stadium items to draw the fans into the action, and coaching them to become not passive spectators, but involved energetic fans. The sun is not quite setting yet, its nearly 90 degrees, and he is pouring his heart into the fans, bringing them out of the shells, into a shared experience with each other. I see the faces light up and the fire in peoples eyes as they become involved. Dedication, involvement, commitment
To be a local team, one has to continually improve their craft and to work through personal difference with each other, to create an atomosphere for everyone to be able to participate and contibute.
A great play consists of the player, the supporting players, and the opposing team member. A ball cannot be caught if it isn’t pitched or batted. A game would soon come apart at the seams in the heat of competition without the boundries of the umpire setting constraints. All of this sets the stage for what, I believe the whole thing may be about, for the moments to be able to ripple out through all each of those present in their own way and capacity.