There's a derby bout tonight, the first of the home 2011 season. I'm photographing it; my team doesn't skate at home until the 29th. (We do, however, have a rare away game-- normally our travel team does away games, but the home teams get to go up against smaller or less-experienced leagues, since the playing field's a little more level that way. So we're playing in my hometown of Troy, NY, vs. the Hellions of Troy -- clever name, no?-- who, while almost as old as our league, are a much smaller league, with only one team. We've no idea if it'll be an even matchup or not, but we're excited nonetheless. That's on the 15th. My parents will be there, and my uncle, who's never seen me skate! But not, alas, my Gram; we were too late.)
I should be clearing off my camera, charging batteries, checking settings, packing the camera bag, etc. But I'm not, I'm procrastinating.
I'm also really excited that I'm now the provisional director of bout photography for the league-- coordinator? wrangler? don't have a real title-- and have managed, through work, to get two really good photographers to show up. One's a current coworker, who I sort of bullied into it-- but he's looking to put together a class on amateur sports photography, and we're a perfect opportunity for him to get some really technically challenging shots, so he really ought to be there. The other's a former employee of the store, who's now a full-time pro photographer supporting a big family on it-- he's really really really really good and normally shoots things like NHL and NFL games, so, I'm pretty psyched about that.
I should go get off my rear and pack that camera bag. Bleh! I'll get there.
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