Little League this year is different.
The kids are bigger, testosterone is kicking in. Some 11 year olds are skinny and pale. Some have beards and could easily have California drivers licenses. The pitches suddenly clock in a 75 mph. This is the season that separates the casual fan from the serious athelete.
And that green shack at the back of the park, that place that defines the era, it never opened. A local pizza place is selling slices back in it's place, but the Otter Pops, Big League Chew, Airheads, etc....they are missing.
Came across these images Eli and I shot last spring when we worked in the shack. We had the camera phone propped up against various surfaces and pushed the button when it got busy. Most of the shots were terrible. Here are a few we kept.