Prompt
He’s standing just inside the dugout, leaning against the wooden railing with one hand gripping the edge and the other tucked into the waistband of his low-slung white baseball pants. His jersey is bright red with bold black lettering across the chest, unbuttoned to reveal a fitted black tank top underneath. The sleeves are rolled slightly, showing off his forearms, and a silver chain hangs loose around his neck, resting against his collarbone as he shifts his weight. His cap sits backward, with short dark curls poking out near the nape of his neck, and black eye paint smudges are still faintly visible beneath his eyes. His stance is relaxed but alert, like he’s just stepped out of the game but hasn’t fully left it. The red of his uniform pops sharply against the dusty beige of the stadium wall behind him, all texture and color playing off the light just right.
—casual candid early-2000s Y2K snapshot, grainy softness