I love baseball. I’ve been going to games since I was 4. I have been to dozens of stadiums in the US and Canada, major and minor leagues. I spent two summers as the official photographer for a summer wooden bat league in the NECBL. I’ve played a pick-up game with strangers on the Field of Dreams in Iowa. I’ve been the Baseball Hall of Fame and I met the real Rockford Peaches. But I have never seen such disrespect to the America’s pastime as I have at a Savannah Bananas game.
