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The lost JFK footage

Thanks to YouTube, this quickie video of JFK just seconds before his assassination is now all over the Internet after all these years. The guy filming is George Jennings and he turned the camera off just before JFK was shot. It's always nice to go back to those moments before the world changed, isn't it?

What a way to lose a game...

Watch until the very end. This guy probably wants to hear the Daniel Powter song.

The things I see in my travels...

A thank-you note from Suns Reporter Kailyn Wells

Just when we thought this child couldn't get any more adorable...she sent us this thank you note. Again, we hope she remembers us the day she steals Hannah Storm's job. Page down to see photos of her and our other Suns Reporter at the game. They got to sit right next to the players like Steve Nash and Amare Stoudemire!

People at 98.7 The Peak,

Hi there! It's me, Kailyn Wells, the Suns poem girl. I can't express how I feel about what you all did for me. It was absolutley awesome! When you all called me on Wednesday (January 31st), I was so nervous. I could hardley read my poem because my hands were shaking so much. It was a good thing I had it memorized.

Anyway, along with my thank you's to you, I wanted to tell you how that night went. We had to leave a few hours after I got home from school because we live waaaaaaaay out in Queen Creek. I was so nervous that all I did, the whole way there, was sing songs like Twinkle Twinkle Little Star, and Baa Baa Black Sheep. When we finally got into town, it took forever to get to US Airways Center because of all of the construction and what not. We found a place to park, walked over to The Peak tent, and met Jennifer Atkins. She was cool and really funny too.

My Uncle Keith, and Aunt Becky arrived shortly after we did and we waited outside for about 20 minutes, or 30, I wasn't wearing a watch. I decided to take along my aunt and uncle because my Aunt Becky sent my poem to you all, and my Uncle Keith is helping pay for my school trip to Washington D.C. I did it as a way to say " Thank you" to them.

Back on the subject, the 20, or 30, minutes flew by and Noah Berlin, representing the Suns, came out, handed me and the people who won that contest that you guys are having gift bags with all sorts of stuff in them. Then he took us to the Suns bench. Yay! It was soooooo cool to be courtside. I got the feeling of being something really small in a really big place, but my nervousness had vanished. In fact, as soon as I sat down, I felt completely normal, and anxious to see the Suns run out and start warming up.

I took alot of funny pictures of Jen and Noah, and some pictures of the arena to get a feel for how big the place was from waaaaaaay down there. Finally, the time had come for the Suns to come out onto the court. I cheered as they ran out. Woot! Woot! I took loads of pictures, 116 to be exact, but let me tell you about my stupid moment.

I was sitting on the bench taking pictures and fiddling with the camera. The dumb thing wouldn't stop taking blurry pictures so I hunched over to fix that, and didn't see Amare Stoudemire, the 6'10" giant, running along the bench and giving high fives to everyone. By the time I looked up, he had already passed by my Uncle Keith, and I, and went out to practice some more. I started kicking myself in the head (not literally) for being so stupid, and put the camera away in hopes that something else like that might happen so I could be a part of it. Nothing did happen like that. So there I was, thinking that I was the biggest butt on the court (except for the Spurs, they were the biggest), when Steve Nash started practicing his 3's, 5-feet in front of me. That really excited me because he is one of my favorite players (I don't like to pick favorites).

In fact, when I was on the my school's volleyball team, my number was 13, and we did fairly well. I had a deadly serve and I don't mean to brag. During all of the introduction stuff, we were moved to a spot next to the hoop, outside of out-of-bounds, to watch. The fire pillar things were awesome, and hot. We felt the heat that was coming off of those things, and I had to feel sorry for the guys that had to be so close to it. LOL!

We went up to our seats in section 224 after Noah gave us the Grand Tour of the arena. We even got to see the practice court for the team. That was cool too! The game got off to a bad start on our part, but we hung around, and the game went well...................Until Amare took that shot to the groin from Ginobli (forgive me if I spelled that wrong). The arena was so loud after that, and I'm glad to say, me and my daddy lost our voices from yelling so much. The Spurs basically threw a rock at a hornet's nest and the Suns were doing all of the stinging (I thought of that all by myself :). Anyway, Our boys came out on top, despite having a nasty first quarter, with a score of 103-87. It was an awesome experience and The Peak made it lots of fun. Thank you all so much for this memory. It is one I will never forget.

Sincerely,
Kailyn Wells.

Photographic evidence of why you want to be the Peak Suns Reporter

The Peak Patrol meets you outside U.S. Airways Center and brands you with a Peak tattoo. Bam! You're indoctrinated! Then maybe if you're Gary, our Suns Reporter, Amare Stoudemire gives you a high-five because you and a buddy get to sit around watching the players practice. Kailyn the Suns poet you heard on the air with Scotty and her family got to hang out too and notice how close they are to the court! Those seats are so good we could only have stolen them from Peakerman. This band of Peakerheads got to sit so close to the action they could even smell Steve Nash's sweat. You too can be a Suns reporter, but you have to sign up online at 987ThePeak.com. Then you can be like Gary and Kailyn! (Well, you can't really be like Kailyn unless you're an awesome basketball poet too. But you can try).

By popular demand -- Kailyn Wells' Suns Poem!

You asked for and now you've got it, right here, on my blog in its entirety. Could there be a more adorable sports fan? Could she be the next Hannah Storm? I hope she remembers me when...sigh.

The Suns in my Eyes
by Kailyn Wells

All along the Southwest,

only one team's the best,

with their skills bursting right at the seams.

You know that I'd let,

only one on my bet,

it'd just be that Phoenix Suns team.

How can you compare,

the best talents are there,

with their souls soaring right to the hoop.

Playing their best,

boy, they sure have been blessed,

with the skills that keep them in the loop.

With the plays on their tongues,

and the air in their lungs,

to become the best team they can be.

They practice their part,

with winning at heart,

and the passion to set their minds free.

From their 3's to their free's,

something everyone sees,

as they jump, on the rise, to the skies.

With one goal in mind,

as they come from behind,

it's the Suns with their eyes on the prize!

Kailyn Wells attends Skyline Ranch Elementary in Queen Creek. Thank you, Kailyn for this wonderful poem and for being our Suns Reporter!