Baseball has always marked time for me. The Jackson 5’s “Never Can Say Goodbye,” played on my sister’s ’64 Impala radio as we drove to Camp Pendleton Little League fields in 1971.

Reading box scores in newspapers was once the thing to do every morning if you were a diehard baseball fan, but that day has long ago passed and with it so has one man's obsession.

The box score is the holy grail of the sports section for any good baseball fan. No more than 2 or 3 inches, there is more information per square inch than any other part of the paper.

At a glance, it looks like baseball, but a closer look — and a listen —reveals something decidedly different. Capturing old-time baseball with a 113-year-old camera Skip to main content ...