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I saved the life and the live shot of the region's most in/famous sports reporter. And I didn't get an ounce of gratitude. I got a snaggled frown and a shove.
I shot over to catch the tail-end of the last practice for the Great Danes before they headed off to their first (and probably only) NCAA faceoff. With my faithful microphone, I got down on the floor of the court and caught some killer sound, talked to coaches and players, got to soak in the energy and feel like I was important.
I was the only female reporter there--the television news stations trotted out their biggest sports guys and the papers had their beat boys on the job. I was also the shortest person there (with the exception of the little dude from channel 10) by about a foot and a half. I was wearing bright pink, head-to-toe. And I was there on behalf of my station--which believe me, does not give people cause to tune in for sports coverage.
Could I have looked like I fit in any less? Even the PR guy was like, uh, okaaaay, when I showed up. But little did they know, I pack a bit more punch than I let on. I can stand up to these boys.
At one point, the reporters were huddled around the coach at the corner of the court. Behind us, the Danes were catching some last minute practice on three-pointers (the only defense they have against the Huskies). I was standing next to the aforementioned reporter when one of the players' shots bounced off the rim and flew straight at his head.
In what was most certainly slow motion, the bastard ducks and covers his head, freezing in fear. I reach around him...and in a heroic, movie-quality motion, I slap the projectile off course, diverting its wrath from the noggin of the unsuspecting reporter.
I saved that son-of-a-bitch from a black-eye that could have killed him, or WORSE, most certainly would have marred his live shot! And instead of thanking me profusely, as he damn well should have done (I would have settled for a quick nod of thanks), he grunted and pushed me out of the way so he could jamb his mic back into the pack!
That's the last time I go out of my way to help a self-righteous, emotionless, adulterous (there is videotape to prove it), mediocre asshole reporter!
I shot over to catch the tail-end of the last practice for the Great Danes before they headed off to their first (and probably only) NCAA faceoff. With my faithful microphone, I got down on the floor of the court and caught some killer sound, talked to coaches and players, got to soak in the energy and feel like I was important.
I was the only female reporter there--the television news stations trotted out their biggest sports guys and the papers had their beat boys on the job. I was also the shortest person there (with the exception of the little dude from channel 10) by about a foot and a half. I was wearing bright pink, head-to-toe. And I was there on behalf of my station--which believe me, does not give people cause to tune in for sports coverage.
Could I have looked like I fit in any less? Even the PR guy was like, uh, okaaaay, when I showed up. But little did they know, I pack a bit more punch than I let on. I can stand up to these boys.
At one point, the reporters were huddled around the coach at the corner of the court. Behind us, the Danes were catching some last minute practice on three-pointers (the only defense they have against the Huskies). I was standing next to the aforementioned reporter when one of the players' shots bounced off the rim and flew straight at his head.
In what was most certainly slow motion, the bastard ducks and covers his head, freezing in fear. I reach around him...and in a heroic, movie-quality motion, I slap the projectile off course, diverting its wrath from the noggin of the unsuspecting reporter.
I saved that son-of-a-bitch from a black-eye that could have killed him, or WORSE, most certainly would have marred his live shot! And instead of thanking me profusely, as he damn well should have done (I would have settled for a quick nod of thanks), he grunted and pushed me out of the way so he could jamb his mic back into the pack!
That's the last time I go out of my way to help a self-righteous, emotionless, adulterous (there is videotape to prove it), mediocre asshole reporter!
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