This fantastic shot taken at Fenway Park of this group captures the moment before a foul ball comes screaming towards them. If I had been there, I would have been the guy in the top right in the red Red Sox jersey thinking, "foul ball or not, I'm not spilling one drop of my $10 ball park beer"!
I pinched the following dialog from Joe.My.God. blog, who I think pinched it from some other source:
"If a picture tells a thousand words, as the old cliche goes, then this amazing sports shot is good for at least a million. Seriously, every single face here tells a story. Stories of dreams. Stories of fears. Stories of courage under fire, and panic under duress. In short, the stories of men and women drilled down to their true essences, finding out who they really are in the split second it takes for a rock-hard baseball to come hurtling from the heavens down into their once-tranquil section of Fenway Park. "
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I remember in college the right field bleacher seats were a dollar for college students. Great way to spend an afternoon.
Love this photo! It's still the National Sport in my book!
That's funny. My seats are on the third base line. Balls come close, but for some reason, never where I sit. A couple of years ago, one landed in someones beer 2 rows in front of me. Great picture.