The following is an exchange that might have taken place if certain circumstances had not led to a different direction taken earlier in life.
My first day at The Daily Times, and I had the assignment of getting a photo of the game between the New Orleans Zephyrs and the Round Rock Express, Triple A affiliates of the Miami Marlins and Texas Rangers, respectively.
I was now heading back to talk to Old Phil Graybeard, grizzled (aren’t they all) editor of the sports page, about what I had shot.
“How’d you’re first assignment go?” he fired at me and without waiting for any answer followed up with “Let’s see what you have.”
“The Zephyrs lost, but there were some really exciting plays—a couple of diving catches, a near collision, a—.”
“Show me, show me! We go to press today,” he shouted with a wave of his hand.
“Human interest, hrumph, get to the game,” he directed.
“The pre-game meeting with the umps and the man-agers!?”
“More than that. Look at the body language of the two coaches. Coach Damon Minor (right) is standing back and forcing Spike Owen, the Express coach (left), to stretch to reach him. You can see who the top dog is,” I offered, pleased with my observation.
“Body language” and some mutterings I couldn’t hear. “Photos. Photos.”
Not so. Just a menacing stare.
Obviously, Graybeard was growing more and more impatient, but I thought I’d make one more attempt to present a different look at the game.
Notice how the race parallels the emotions of a game,” I said; I was enthusias-tic.
Graybeard was not. “Did you actually see the game?” asked the man of few words.
“I can. The game. Now.”
“Nice photo for his baseball card. Anything else?”
“Unless it’s a walk-off, I don’t need ‘emotion’,” growled Graybeard.
“I want action.”
“Yeah. Too bad it wasn’t shot about half a second earlier” Graybeard sighed—at least I hoped it was just a sigh.
“I see you have one more. Want to take a chance and show me that?” the old editor challenged me.
“I know. Human Interest.” This time I was sure Phil sighed.
With that I was dismissed, but I thought I heard the following phone conversation of Phil’s as I was leaving.
“Say, Lulu, I think I have a photo you might want to use; by the way, do you have any openings in Features?”