Well, it was a day of odd things. The Sox decided not to let us in for the morning sim game, so by the time the gates opened I'd missed Pauley entirely and had just a few pitches from Bowden before E-Mart and KJ each pitched a frame. No Sox BP, no one in shooting range in the pen. But the worst was yet to come... no, not Beckett, who will be fine, I'm sure, but my poor camera. I was shooting Timlin when the shutter made a very-wrong-sounding click before giving me a cryptic error message. Nothing worked. On/off, new battery, new CF card, new lens, nada. It needs help.
A few from before it bit the dust, most from the sim game...
Edgar Martinez. (Tito was standing behind the pitchers watching during the sim game.)
Dusty and his tongue.
Diaz, Dusty, Tito, KJ.
If Chris Carter really does want me to stop shooting him, he's going to have to stop looking like this.
KJ has great expressions. "Okay! ... Um, do I actually throw that?"
The "uh oh" Beckett moment.
Though this made me figure it couldn't be that bad. "Beckett's hurt! Hee hee hee hee!"