All That Spaz

Sure, Maurice was a sports photog. But deep down inside, he was a DAN-cer. It had aways been that way, But in the rough and tumble Northwest, male pattern pirouettes were often frowned upon. So Maurice hid behind the lens and kept his Jazz Hands to himself. It wasn't always easy. At practices he found himself yearning to storm the gridiron in streamers and tights. When traveling with the team he studied the angles and coveted the spangle of all those bitchy cheerleader routines. The games were the worst, however. The crowd, the music, the lights! Maurice knew it was only a matter of time before his inner demons would win out and he'd take the field for a few impromptu hip-hop moves - or if the mood struck him - perhaps a little Cameraman Cabaret...

He only hoped the security goons would go easy on him.