Showing posts with label high-school football. Show all posts
Showing posts with label high-school football. Show all posts

Sunday, December 2, 2018

Hard-to-read football jerseys

THIS IS AN EASY-TO-READ JERSEY


When I covered high-school football from 1979 until a few years ago, I hated teams with numbers that were almost indistinguishable from the rest of the uniform.

I once covered a team with black numbers and dark green jerseys. Another team wore white jerseys with gold numbers. You couldn't tell WHO had the ball.

In the '80s, there was a team that wore powder-blue (or white) jerseys with light numbers. If you were close, you could tell who was who. The problem from a distance was that the quarterback wore 10, the fullback wore 20, the halfbacks wore 30 and 40, respectively, and the main wide receiver wore 80.

Ugh!

One of those teams later changed their numbers to black on white or white on black; and I was happy.

Then a few years later, they went back to the light numbers with no striping around them.

Boy, I hate that.

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Saturday, August 18, 2018

Dodging a tight end

THE TEAM I WAS COVERING WAS WEARING GREEN

In the early 1980s, I was working
at a small newspaper and taking photos during high-school football practice.


The coaches and players were scattered over the practice field, and each coach had his own players in his group. In one group, quarterbacks or coaches were passing to receivers. I moved to that area, and the head coach noticed it. I was taking pictures of another receiver, but he'd sent a tight end right at me.

I swung the camera around and got a shot of the tight end missing the ball. Then I quickly and without fuss sidestepped the erstwhile pass catcher. I heard a few giggles - they probably thought I was bothered; I wasn't - but no one spoke about it.

If you're wondering, I had a great relationship with that coach and that team. I think they were playing with me.

I spent so much time with that team that I could tell where a play-in-progress was heading. I once told another photog to move, and a quarterback then whizzed a pass toward his head. The photog looked at me with surprise.

How did you know? Practice, of course.

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