Yesterday I went to watch Larry’s team (the Blue) play in the championship game for his over-65 league, the Creakers. They pulled it off in the bottom of the 9th, winning by one run. Because women were doing the photography, I got this shot of Larry making a key play at first base. 
Women tend to keep pretty quiet about the pleasure of watching men’s butts in sports. But I remember being able to identify Gale Sayers about a decade after he quit pro football just seeing him bend over to hit a putt on TV. 
It was one of those TVs in a bar with the sound turned off, but it was unmistakably Gale. All the pictures I could find of him online were clearly taken by men. So I’m doubly grateful to the wives who took this shot of Larry.
Why this truly surprised me I do not know, but it did. I can’t say that I disagree, but coming from you, I sat up and continued to read.
Just a different kind of poetry, really.