If you have been reading my blog long then you know that Eric and I are casual stalkers of newscasters, just search the term newscaster on my blog and you'll see. Oh yes, you'll see. It all started with a chance encounter with a newscaster while at the airport in Missoula. We then made something of a game of it...you know spotting newscasters, video bombing the news (where we pass through the background of news spots). We currently live in a small town so this is pretty effortless.
Anyway, we've had something of a dry spell if you hadn't noticed.
Today, that all changed. Eric entered The Hive
I woke Eric a few minutes before 6, because I am always awake, and he got ready for his news debut. For really. He left just as Cordelia was waking. Elise and I were already going strong, The sun hadn't yet risen. I went to the basement and turned on the TV. Thankfully he was on one of the four channels we get. Cordelia, Elise and I rolled around on the floor as we waited for the big moment.
He was being interviewed for his new curatorial position so he kept it strictly professional.
He did a great job. A natural. Our friend Josh suggested that he needs a publicist at this point with all of the press he's been getting.
Finally, I had one demand...he had to get a picture with the newscasters. The only other time this has been done is when Sam, still a teen at the time, did a high school day with the news crew (click here). He couldn't be out done by Sam. He delivered. Booyah!