I don’t have a clue where Milton Bradley is?
My job Wednesday night was to make a photo of Cubs’ mercurial outfielder Milton Bradley. The image needed to be something moody showing the tension that has built up between Bradley and the fans in Wrigley Field during the Cubs’ August slump.
Instead of an action photo, I figured that I would hang out by the Cubs’ dugout before the game and try to get something different.
My hope was some sort of image of a serious Bradley in the dugout with a representative fan in the background.
As I waited on the field by the dugout tunnel from the club house, I spied Alfonso Soriano, then Derrek Lee came out followed by Aramis Ramirez, Koyie Hill, Ryan Theriot and Lou Piniella. Soriano went back into the clubhouse and came out again. Next were Jeff Baker and Kosuke Fukudome. Starting pitcher Rich Harden finished his warm-up, the National Anthem was sung and still no sign of Bradley.
At this point, I am really not supposed to be standing by the dugout but Cubs’ team photographer Steve Green gave me the OK as long as I didn’t get in the way.
A minute before game time, the Cubs’ starters one by one ran out to position and still no Bradley.
Steve Green and I looked at each other perplexed.
Finally, Bradley casually strolled out of the club house with a handful of bats. He started putting them into the rack when he looked up and realized that the game was about to start.
As his sheepish grin turned to a wide smile, Bradley ran by me out to his position in right field.
The photographer strikes out.
©2009 Chicago Tribune/ Scott Strazzante