Editor/ Publisher

Note to self: Do not wear red to a home basketball game.

While my intentions in donning my Bearcats shirt Friday night were pure, I forgot about my favorite vantage point for photographing high school home hoops — the upper deck. More precisely, the back row across from the student section and the band.

Our more astute readers will realize this is where the visitors sit.

See why I probably shouldn’t be decked out in any Bearcat gear?

To be honest, the Lyons fans who surrounded me were truly lovely.

I’m not the best company at a game. It’s not because I’m cheering for or against any one team. Typically, I’m muttering to myself, “Focus, focus FOCUS!”

While I deeply enjoy photographing, sports photography is my kryptonite. It’s the one area that I can accomplish, but haven’t managed to excel at.

Perhaps I’m hard on myself because I attended Kansas State University with some truly talented sports photographers. These guys can wipe the floor with me using only their pinky. So I tend to be more critical of my own work than it probably deserves.

I was thinking of these things, wondering how rusty my basketball photography skills were leading up to the game.

As I took my seat at the start of the boys’ game, one of the fellow spectators started chatting me up, noticing I was using a telephoto lens. “I’m with the newspaper,” I simply explained.

“Like Peter Parker?” he asked me.

Hmm. Glasses? Check. Camera? Check. This guy is two-for-two, so he was off to a good start.

But Lois Lane? Alas, no. With 16 years of marriage under my belt, I’m not about to go swooning over anyone in the newsroom.

Wait, though.

My husband was the most eligible bachelor on the sports staff at the Salina Journal, where he designed the sports page for nearly two decades before the newspaper began to downsize. He worked at the paper, we eventually married ... I can almost buy into his theory.

But I definitely didn’t have tights under my jeans, nor a cape tucked under my Bearcats T-shirt.

Yet, if I were Peter Parker, it would mean I am a super hero.

I confess, I spent the rest of the half of the game pondering what my super power would be.

Our son loves to watch super hero cartoons, and I haven’t seen him since Friday. I actually would be exceedingly amused to see what he thinks my super power might be.

But the next obstacle should be obvious: While Wilson has a phone booth next to Wilson Communications, Ellsworth has no phone booth to my knowledge.

So even if I happen to be a super hero, a la Peter Parker, I would be flat out of luck, with no changing room to use should an emergency strike our fair city.

Until then, I remain your mere editor/publisher.

Bonar is the editor/publisher of the I-R and can be reached at kbonar@indyrepnews. com.