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St. Louis: Saturday into Sunday


A double row of photographers, opposite side of the court from me. Click to enlarge

During these tournaments, each day eventually blurs into the next. Basketball game after basketball game after basketball game. You become a machine; each photographer on the baseline connected together, moving together. Lenses in tandom.

Decompression time becomes SO important. Shooting any assignment puts your senses and concentration into overdrive; sports even more so. Imagine keeping track of action running up and down the court, of the coaches yelling and motioning, of players reacting to good and bad plays… all of these things are constantly at the front of your mind, requiring every ounce of your attention.

And that’s not counting the usual stress of getting to the venue, finding a seat in an overcrowded press room, setting up your laptop and getting everything ready for the mad dash back to edit and transmit. Nice little surprises such as “we’re not sure why the wireless Internet isn’t working” become the little things I enjoy the most. I’m kidding, of course.


Flash Wizards, the magic boxes that tie remote cameras and banks of strobes together.

But at the end of the day, you feel accomplished. Exhausted, yet really proud that you possibly beat shooters from AP and Sports Illustrated and The St. Louis Post-Dispatch. And when a team like Bradley beats Wichita State, the Missouri Valley regular season champions, in a semi-final match, you know that you’re doing something you love.


Sports Illustrated’s David Klutho, who mainly used stereoscopic film cameras on strobes the entire tournament. Bizarre, amazing and apparently his expertise.

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