** the following is a post by a guest blogger… enjoy!
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I clearly remember the look on my co-workers’ faces the first time I said “Wow, I can’ t wait for hurricane coverage!” Let me paint a picture … it was an ugly mix of contempt and utter disdain. Now, I understand why. In fact, I found myself flashing that look a couple times today. If Tropical Storm Fay coverage was a “2 out of 10,” as a fellow producer described it, I’m not looking forward to the next one.
After just nine hours on the clock, I’m tired, cold, and soaking wet. As the 7pm producer described it, today I was handed the 7pm football … in addition to my usual 10pm football. The clean hand-off occurred precisely at 2:30:05pm – five seconds after I walked through the door.
What was going through my mind? “Do not drop the ball.”
First, a little background into live TV. When 7pm comes, the show open rolls – every weeknight – whether you’re ready or not. As producers, we fasten our seatbelts in the control room, because – although it may look smooth to you at home – sometimes we’re flying by the seat of our pants. Today, I was flying by the seat of my jeans. It’s nice to be comfy on rainy days. But I digress … so; a half-hour of live TV normally means 28 minutes, 30 seconds. Subtract a few more minutes for commercial breaks, and it takes a team of trained professionals to squeeze all of the information you need to know in that slot!
A quad of reporters getting soaked to bring you live pictures of and information about the storm – and, oh, did I mention a fifth in China? (By the way, I’ve never heard so many pronunciations of ‘Beijing’). In the end, it all came together (it always does), and when the ‘South Florida Nightly News’ open rolled at 7pm, off we went. I passed the football back to the 7pm producer, and off she went … for 28 minutes, 30 seconds.
After a meeting, some pasta and cookies, a soda, and a café cubano (did I mention I love South Florida?), I settled into my next show. Allow me now a moment to contradict myself (consult paragraph one). All in all, after catching my breath, today was actually a great thrill. It reminds me why I love TV news, and why I’m lucky to drive to work everyday knowing I love my job. The only downer? I’ll probably be up all night … thanks to that late-night cafecito.