This one is bittersweet. The day was great—bright blue skies, snow piles on the sidelines from the 4 inches or so we had gotten the night before, the sun was strong and warm and the kids were playing there best. The early 2 nothing Safety seemed almost enough on its own the way the team played and coming up a 1/2 yard short of a touchdown as time expired in the first half almost left you with the feeling that the scoreboard owed you one in the second. Not to be however.
I’d be dishonest if I didn’t show at least a bit of the heartbreak and finality of the season’s end and so that has been included here as well. Kids played their guts out and they actually CARED…which is so rare these days.
“The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs, who comes short again and again, because there is no effort without error and shortcoming; but who does actually strive to do the deeds; who knows great enthusiasms, the great devotions; who spends himself in a worthy cause; who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement, and who at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who neither know victory nor defeat."
I’ll hopefully be back photographing the basketball season assuming there is one…hope to capture some moments just as worthwhile…
