Three Strikes You’re Out!

by amandamaephotos

Take me out to the ball game,
Take me out with the crowd.
Buy me some peanuts and Cracker Jack,
I don’t care if I never get back,
Let me root, root, root for the home team,
If they don’t win it’s a shame.
For it’s one, two, three strikes, you’re out,
At the old ball game.

I think this was my first Baseball experience, ever. Maybe there was one or two when I was younger, but clearly they left a huge impression in my memory. Well it was a little boring to say the least. Not much action going on to keep my ever wondering mind focused. I apologize if I have stepped on any toes, but I feel that way about most sports. I must say that having a camera attached to you at all times can be benefaction. It helps to document life as it flashes by without a second glance back. That’s how I feel it is treating me anyway. With my trusty camera in tow, I made my way to the not-so-action-packed game and clicked away through the first four innings. This is the only way I can enjoy sports. Don’t hate, we all have our callings! So, swing batterbatterbatter.. swing, and I’ll snap clickclickclick away!