We all go to sporting events. Some more than others, but how often do you get a chance when the pros come to you? I had that very chance. Just don't get too close to the talent...
I’m a sports fan, some would say sports geek. If knowing the 15-man roster of all 30 NBA teams is geeky, then yes, I am a sports geek. But that’s not the point. I love going to sporting events. From football to table tennis, if they will have an audience, I’ll probably be there. Which is what brought me to the Canton Civic Center where the Cleveland Cavaliers were playing the first-ever NBA game in Canton against the Milwaukee Bucks.
I went with my dad and my two buddies. We had junky seats but I came prepared with my trusty Minolta X-370 with a 2x tele-converter. It made a world of difference going from this:
I also used a roll of my LOMO 800 Color Negative film, which gave me enough speed to capture the game in action, as well as the off-court entertainment.
At about half-time, we were bored, with our seats up in the nosebleeds, so we decided to go down to the ground level and stand there. I took it one step further and learned a valuable lesson about famous athletes. The lesson was, if you are going to sneak by a security guard and try to get close-up pics of the players on the bench, be sure to do it quick. I was able to snap a couple of quick shots before I heard in my left ear, ‘Move along kid!’ Needless to say, I moved along.
Other than the potential confrontation with a burly, mustachioed security guard, the game went great. Sure, the Cavs ended up losing to the Bucks but it was pre-season and if there is one thing that I like to see, it is new faces to a team (again with the geekyness. Lol). I also heard that they may want to make this a yearly thing for the Cavaliers so I intend to make it a yearly thing as well.
Join me next time when I tell you the sad tale of how one vacant building symbolizes the death of an industry in Massillon. But until then,
Tim Pawlak (aka 110isnotdead on LOMO) is a Librarian, writer, photographer and amateur historian (gotta use that History Degree somewhere). Massillon, Ohio (about an hour south of Cleveland) is where he calls home. He loves to get the feel of every new town he comes to and capture it on film. So if you make your way down the mighty Tuscarawas River, you’ll probably find him with his head buried in a lens.