No Face For Face Time
Several of you guys in the Peanut Gallery have mentioned that I was a TV star during last night’s game between Wake and Miami. The monitor that the officials use to review a play sits right in front of me on the scorers’ table, so as the camera showed the officials straightening out a question concerning the 35 second clock it caught me as well.
Hearing that is usually very unsettling. With a past like mine, it’s never good that so many people who have known you over the years know where you are at any one time. Memories get jarred, not always a good thing. My first question, though, when I hear I got face time was to ask if I’d been caught with my finger anywhere near my nose or with a chunk of the pregame meal matted into my beard. If people start laughing when you walk into a room—a not too uncommon personal experience—its usually better to know why.
John suggested I should have held up a sign advertising my blog. Good idea. A better one would be to have a baseball cap with MyTakeOnWake in bright neon that I could quickly slip on anytime I suspect the camera is pointed my way. Maybe I could make two and talk the reporter from the Associated Press who sits beside me into wearing one as well. Aaron Beard covered the game last night for A.P. He’s a good friend. I bet he’d do it.