For most, the day started with Carolina vs. Montreal. The action began for me not at the first bout, but as the New Skids' jam coach, the Rev, got ready for battle:
Truly, the broadcast section was a cavern of wonders. Adding to the magic of the picture is that it appears The Rev's change of clothes was kept in a briefcase. Lady Oshun interviewed Beater Pan-Tease about the way Montreal had been training. I work with Lady Oshun all over North America; it was a pleasure to watch her deep in her craft next to a person who could look over her shoulder instead of right at her boob.
The folks behind the scenes worked their butts off like crazy and were able to tolerate me surprisingly well.
|Speed Bump is on the case. Or ignoring me. Why not both?|
Bout after bout, I rushed around the venue to make sure that people were doing all right, that our objectives were being met, and that my hair was still holding up. The last was vital to the other two, as I was also on camera interviewing folk. That part was just gravy, I was just there to help in any way I could so people could focus on what drew us all to the sport...
|Reverend Al's microphone began to resemble a flame broiled hot dog.|
Stomach rumbling, we interviewed the winners, said goodnight, and I left with my buds to consume something other than fallen skaters.