Not normal
by GinafishI thought I’d blog about something I don’t normally blog about today. Ummm…sports? Well…there’s a reason I don’t blog on sports. I don’t follow any sports. None. Nada. Zilch.
I was a football fan for one season. Wait. Correct that. I dated a football fan and watched one seaon. A fan of the 49ners. I live in Razorback country. Some red wild boar that really scares the tar out of people I guess.
Better than that, my high school was the home of the “Wampus Cats”. A big, blue, six legged mythical cat that was able to …you guessed it…scare the tar out of people. Supposedly. Problem was that no one ever knew what a Wampus Cat was.
(I told this story to some family recently my apologies for the repeat…)
When I was in college earning my degree, part of the requirements was to have at least 8 hours of operating a camera time. Not a little 35mm camera. The big kind. The kind they use to film tv shows with. So my college, the ‘Scary’ UCA ‘Purple’ Bears, has a big football team.
If you are lucky or desperate, you can sign up to film a game, and tada! Your 8 hours are up. Of course, you have to be in the film class to learn how to operate it, what pan means, a little on how to play tapes for a tv station…So I sign up to get my eight hours over.
One reason I’m so antagonistic when it comes to sports is that I’m not coordinated. I can barely walk. Sober.
So I go with the film crew, we set the three cameras up. One of the cameras is on top of the stadium boxes, which is where they put me. Then at the beginning of the game, they tell me that I get to film first.
I’m 4 stories above the ground. I’m near sighted which means, I don’t see well far off. I never watch football. I have no idea which way the ball is suppose to go. The game starts. Now, my teacher really tries for a professional appearing game to appear on the local tv access channel. He’s not stupid. He knows that the alumni are watching and writing their contribution checks. My career as a camera operator lasts for the longest 30 seconds of my life. Maybe it was really two minutes. But it was no longer than that. My professor had to personally come up on top of the stadium box to take over filming the game. I was meekly sent back to the control van to watch the senior do the best job ever of getting the cameras to switch. Camera 2, steady, camera three get ready, camera 3…okay camera 1 your turn…
Yuck. Yikes. Yippee!! I was never so glad to get a class over with.
Thank you Dad, and Thank you Josh, for never watching sports. One of the many reasons I love ya!
