There is something to be said for hanging around, for not giving into, “everyone else is leaving…I will too.” Recently the famous Stratford Brakettes women’s fastpitch softball team was to take on the Bridgeport Bluefish, a men’s pro baseball team. Half an inning into the game, as an Amtrak train sparked and sped by on an elevated rail just over the right field fence, the sky opened and the rain came. The tarps rolled out, fans sought cover, water started to flood the dugouts, and over the PA came songs like “Yellow Submarine.”
The stadium emptied, but in the Brakettes dugout there was an energy, a gleam in the players’ eyes. Their shoes came off. They were looking around like kids at the start of an Easter egg hunt. It had been well over an hour since the Amtrak train sparked and the sky opened, but there was something the nine-year-olds in them still wanted desperately to do.
Deadline was approaching and the water in the dugout was over my ankles. But sometimes you can feel that even if your assignment is a wash, something else is going to happen if you just stick around. I had given myself a new assignment an hour ago, touched-base with my editors (do it, always), amused myself with rain-out pics…and waited. It’s important to be able to wait, to be patient. Whether it’s an hour at a ballgame or a decade of a career.
If you really feel something could spark…hang around…something’s going to happen to make it worthwhile.
all images (C) 2014 Stan Godlewski