Not much new to report. I'm staying busy with sweeps features and the like. Tonight, my assignment was to be the live photographer for our Geoff on the Road segments. For about 90 minutes, we inadvertently made ourselves the targets of hockey pucks traveling at 200 mph.



It was funny because we would always yell these insanely loud, "cease fire!" announcements as we'd maneuver around the hockey arena, but there were always a few guys that didn't hear it and would shell us with pucks.



Being that I was a major dork in middle school, I began to have some flashbacks of brutal dodge ball matches in which my vast knowledge of Star Fleet regulations and hobbit lore were useless in defending my face and crotch from a series of repeated attacks.

Eventually I got behind the glass and the hockey players were allowed to fire away in my direction. Two things went through my mind: 1) "This'll be the one time the protective screen doesn't work", 2) "Maybe they'll get this out of their system."

They didn't. A few moments later, as I entered the arena, a rogue puck flew between Geoff and my lens - inches in either direction and our live shot would've ended a bit sooner than expected.