A cable channel introduced a new reality show this very week for photographers! Of course I tuned in. Fashion photography of all things, where’s the sport in that? The models look where you ask, hold still while you make your camera settings, and you have hundreds of tries to get one shot.
On the first episode the shutterbugs got two and a half hours to get 5 shots with a willing model under optimum lighting. And the punks were complaining about the limitations!
I want the winner, the grand champion, the top dog, yeah the best they got, to come with me. We’re going to spend 9 or 10 hours loading and unloading trucks, climb some ladders to paint over our heads, trowel down some concrete overlay on our knees all just to get limbered up for a football game.
Then we’re going to try to find some settings on our cameras we bought with the money we earned doing that (not provided by the show’s sponsors) to get some shots of “models” that are running as fast as they can.
Scotty Mayes, Antonio Grubbs, and Brandon Bridges are freaks of nature when it comes to running fast. Not to mention the fact there is the chance the quarterback might throw the ball and your “model” is 50 yards from you. We won’t even talk about the lighting.
For kicks I think I’ll let them find out for themselves that the “model” and the 11 guys chasing him can, without warning, run right over you not unlike a freight train. After a season of that it would be a real hoot to hear them say, with their New York accent, something my fellow sideline hustler Harold Knight (who sometimes drives a thousand mile after hiking in the hills and mountains to film a game) shared with me at the half. “Son, I feel like a chicken with an egg broke in her.” Now that is reality.
What about them Cats? Murray came in on a five game winning streak and a stand full of fans, only to see Trigg roll over them 42-15.
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