Man, this zoom lens is pretty balla.’ I tagged along to a company function from Jen’s work, because it got me into a baseball game for free. Along the way, I got to see homeless people descend on their waning-down tailgate to converge upon the spread like they were vultures closing in on a freshly run-over rabbit. But then I was back in my comfort zone of Turner Field, taking some pictures of possibly the last time anyone will see Chipper Jones wearing the classic traditional home whites.
