Although the updates have been a little non-existant lately, we have not stopped patrolling.
Through rain and shine we have been making our usual rounds through Belltown, Pioneer Square, the U-district and Capital Hill, watching and protecting.
On most nights, we have come across people play fighting but nothing major.
A look back:
Looking back to February 2011, when I started patrolling with Phoenix Jones, drug dealers stood on every corner in Belltown peddling their products to anyone who walked by. It was not hard to learn exactly how the open-air drug market worked in Seattle. Fights, break-in's, strong armed robberies, etc. happened almost every night and cops could rarely be seen out and about.
Although I can not conclusively say that Phoenix and crew brought an end to most of this, I can say that they have successfully done what they wanted to do. Raise awareness and protect the citizens in the area. With the recent media hype around costume activists, the general population has begun to ask so many questions and turn their attention to issues that have never really been looked at before.
The public outcry that stemmed from this led to more NARCO sweeps of the area, as well as active foot and driving patrols by SPD through Belltown and Pioneer square. Recently, we have seen bike/foot patrol cops on almost every corner through the main areas in Belltown. Squad cars are parked in the parking lots, and in most cases response time has be substantially better.
In addition to this, many different communities have begun to form block watch programs. Phoenix and I have joined the BCOP (Belltown Citizens on Patrol) multiple times and assisted them with their outreach.
With almost 40 arrests under his belt, Phoenix is far from done. His iconic symbol will still be seen in the usual areas but may begin to appear in different parts of the city. However, new patrols do not happen over night. Extensive research and planning goes into any location change. Costumed patrols may work in some parts of the city, but in others, new techniques may have to be employed.
Although the world now knows the man behind the mask, it is always important to remember that he could be anyone of us. It may take some courage but if drug dealers and criminals knew that everyone was reporting what they saw, they may think twice before doing something illegal. Just think about the difference that we could make as a community instead of relying on a select few to make the difference for everyone.
I hope everyone has a very happy and safe holiday. I will continue to provide updates as we continue to patrol the streets of Seattle.
Thank you for your support!
Waiting for the light to change green, a misting of rain began to fall on my windshield. Yes, it is officially winter in Seattle, I thought to my self.
I was heading down to pick up Midnight Jack, who was waiting for me in the most superhero place he could find; a phone booth.
"Hurry," he said over the phone, "two cops are starting to look at me funny". And why wouldn't they be I wondered. There is a masked man waiting in a phone booth outside a fairly respectable establishment talking on his cell phone.
After getting Jack, I went to grab Mantis and then El Caballero.
"Good evening amigos," Caballero said with a smile as he flung the car door open.
We made fairly good time getting downtown to our drop point. The roads were almost empty, and the mist had almost let up.
I dropped my three masked passengers off at the drop point and then left to grab Phoenix, Purple and a reporter who would be joining us this evening.
It was a little after 1 am before we had all gathered. Phoenix went through team placement and the nights agenda. Nothing out of the ordinary; a quick sweep of downtown then a long patrol of Belltown.
Despite last night being a full moon, Belltown had a weird feeling to it. Some of the most dangerous situations we have been involved in happened on full moons. The days that follow are typically quiet and low key; which made tonights feeling a little out of the ordinary.
The streets were lined with cars, and crowds of people congregated outside their usual clubs. Dim red lights flashed from atop couple SPD cars over by the Crocodile, one of the more shady clubs in the area. Although there were a lot of people, nothing screamed immediate danger to us.
We watched a few people begin to push and shove one another in the usual parking lots. "They are just playing around," Phoenix informs the on-edge group.
Different groups continued to play fight for a while, before we head back down to the city center.
By the time we reached the clock over Pike Place, it red neon hands read just after 3am.
Everyone was ready to go home.
On the walk back to a car, we heard a car alarm going off. We quickly ran to see what was going on. About a block away from us, a man staggered around a silver Infinity. The front and back doors lay open as he looked up at us. After he quickly closed the doors the obviously drunk man began to walk away. We waited in the shadows and watched for a few minutes before Pitch and Midnight Jack ran after him.
"Is that your car," Pitch asked. No answer "Is THAT your car," Pitch asked again, but still no answer.
"Keep your distance," Phoenix said over the com link. "Remember you are in masks."
A man standning near by said that our new suspect had been walking around suspiciously. With that we all took off back over to 1st Ave. The nicely dressed and fairly intoxicated man hailed a taxi cab. Not this again I thought to my self as I caught my breath from the uphill run.
Supers surrounded the taxi and asked the man to step out.
The taxi turned off and both the driver and back door opened. The man emerged and began to walk towards us. Purple and Mantis were already on 911 to report the possible car prowl.
Phoenix and the man exchanged a few words before Mantis informed the group that SPD was on their way and they wanted us to wait for them.
We waited, and waited.
After what felt like 10 minutes or so, we decided to walk the man back to the car to see if his drivers license matched the registration on the car. He knew who Phoenix was, but he didn't know who the other masked men that pursued him were. All of us understood that seeing masked people come after you may be a little daunting, especially at 3 am in Belltown.
The man had told Phoenix that he was too drunk to drive home so he was resting in his car. When the alarm went off he panicked because he knew he should not have been near his car with keys in his current state. Second perfectly good explanation for the situation.
Everything was checking out fine and it was turning into just a big misunderstanding. However we walked with him to ensure the story checked out fully.
We got back to the car and man produced his car keys. With a push of a button the car illuminated. That was as much evidence as we needed. We apologized to the man for the misunderstanding and parted ways.
It was almost 4 am by the time we made it back to our cars agai. It had been a long night already, now it was time to get everyone home.
It was shaping up to be another cold but interesting night on the streets of Seattle.
I arrived alone to our meeting spot in the heart of the city just after 12:30. As I turned my car off and looked around, Pitch, Ghost, Midnight Jack and a longtime friend to the group; we will call her darkness, walked from the shadows. With a deep breath I opened my door and got out.
As I walked over to the group, I turned my radio on and made a call to see who else was on com that night.
Nothing but silence. Either the no one was in range yet or we were truly alone tonight.
"Pitch, put this on," I said as I handed the com unit to Pitch.
When everyone was ready, we set off down the quiet and thankfully dry street towards the bus stops on Third and Pike.
We hadn't made it far when we heard a familiar voice come through the ear piece. It was Q, and he was near by. We exchanged the customary hellos and agreed to met a few blocks away.
Our small group circled around downtown a few times before we decided that maybe Pioneer Square would be a better place to head. We all split up in teams of two and set off for our cars. Q and Darkness, Ghost and Midnight, Pitch and I.
Pioneer Square was quiet. A few police officers talked amongst themselves as they stood outside Trinity. The usual corners were occupied with drug dealers who watched attentively as we walked by. Nothing out of the ordinary.
Tonight was going to be a very quiet and short night.
Before we called it, we decided to do a drive through of Belltown. Back to the cars.
Flashing lights illuminated Bell St. and the parking lot by Amber (the club) was full of Seattle Police. What was going on down here? Using a mixture of cell phones and radios we all decided to park and make a few passes by foot.
Although it felt much colder then in Pioneer Square, partially dressed girls quickly staggered from the clubs as the usual guys tried to pick them up. This was always something entertaining to watch from a distance and you almost always could guess how it was going to end.
We made our pass around the block and saw nothing. The flashing lights had all but disappeared and only a couple of the squad cars remained in the parking lot.
My car was still warm from the drive over and the Patrol Playlist was still going on my ipod. It was a very short and easy night.
Mantis and I sat in my car waiting for Phoenix to emerge from his house. Over our newly acquired radios, he buzzed "On my way out," and within a few seconds, the door opened and we were off.
The past few nights had been extremely uneventful but gave the team the opportunity to try new patrolling tactics as well as see the range of the radios. The new communication methods gave us the ability to split into two teams and cover twice as much ground while always being connected. No more cell phones calls, texting or yelling while on the street.
I slowly turned onto 1st from Wall and was met by a line of cars, people and cops. "Yep this is where we need to be," Phoenix said.
As I waited for the light to change green, cops came running down the street after a man in a black hoody and jeans. Flashing lights illuminated the dry pavement and muffled yelling could be heard around us. I carefully maneuvered around the waiting taxies and followed the foot chase. The chase ended in an ally just off of 1st where a man was brought down by Narco Units. As we drove past, flashing lights continued to pour from unmarked SUV's.
Mantis was already on the phone to the other team members to have the meeting spot relocated to us.
At a brisk 37 degrees, Belltown was hot. Tonight we probably wouldn't see shirtless people fighting, or people undressing as they aggressively talked, like we normally did over the summer. However, the temperature would not be a deterrent for fights, it just meant that altercations would be harder to see evolve and we would all have to rely on perfect communication to ensure we understood an altercation before anyone stepped in. People are now watching what the superheroes do.
I parked in Belltown, something I never like to do but tonight was different. We had seen too much to waste the time parking in our normal spots outside of the area, and walking in.
It wasn't too long before the other team members arrived. Tonight I would be out with Phoenix Jones, Pitch Black, Mantis, Midnight Jack, and Ghost.
Even before we crossed our first street, two drunk guys came running up to the corner, and began peeing next to a car. They were facing traffic and each other. One even tried to jump over the others stream, but didn't cleanly. Seeing people urinate in allies was nothing new, but in the street, and on each other was something very new to all of us. When they were done, the guys saw Phoenix and ran over to have their picture taken with him. Could tonight get any weirder? Yes, yes it did.
Seattle Police had Belltown on lock down. The usual parking lots were filled with six maybe more Seattle police, Narco units made their rounds and bike cops sat on almost every corner. You could tell celebrity was in Seattle; Jason Acuna aka wee-man was suppose to be visiting the clubs in the area.
As we made our way down first, past Amber, we saw a man randomly assault another person before taking off into the police filled parking lot. We watched as police did nothing, and slowly followed the fleeing man. Watching from the parking lot, down the ally he began to harass a young girl who was walking with a couple others. "Thats enough," the guy walking with her said. The man stumbled into Pitch Black who had a talk with him. Phoenix and Jack warned the drunk man to leave people alone; no victim = no crime and regardless police didn't seem to care.
We left the area and continued to walk down first. Since it was such a small group tonight, we all stayed together.
Waiting for the cross walk light to change, a pushing battle broke out on the corner. In the chaos one woman began pushing me and yelling, "You cant take my picture without my consent! I am going to sue you if I see this online."
Thankfully Pitch was right there and stepped in the middle. We both explained to the drunk and angry woman who was waring barely any clothing that we were all on public property and I did not need anyone to sign consent forms. To deescalate the situation, I began to walk to the other side of the crowd before we all made our way across the street.
This dialog has been happening more often lately. People will walk in front of me and my camera then tell me I can not take pictures of them while standing directly in the camera's line of sight. You must remember that I am in public space; google it.
"Time check" the radio crackled,
"1:39" Mantis responded.
After making our way around the block another time, we found ourselves back in front of Amber. This time, it was just after bar close. The streets were still busy, but all of the police officers had all vanished.
Standing on the other side of the street watching bouncers wrangle the crowds out of the clubs, we saw a woman holding a tall man back. Another guy about half of his height was helping.
The girl and the guy struggled with the taller man for a while, slowly leading him south down the sidewalk. He kept trying to break free. Before they made it to the parking lot, about 20 yards away, the taller man began swinging at people around. Before we knew it, four people fell to the ground punching each other. Phoenix ran in.
He pulled the taller man out of the pile and his friends were back walking him away. After the fight had ended, Mantis and Midnight Jack began talking to people to see if anyone wanted to file charges on the tall man. Phoenix and I followed the man around the corner. After one man stepped forward, Midnight Jack and Mantis both called on 911 but no one came and after 20 minutes or so, the tall man was on the move again. He stumbled down second and to his car. Getting in, Jack called 911 one more time to report a potential DUI.
Even after assaulting multiple people, and multiple 911 calls, we had to let this man go. Nothing could be done anymore, the people who wanted to file charges had left and in Washington, no victim = no crime.
We made our way down 2nd Ave where a loud homeless looking man began harassing Phoenix and the other supers. As Phoenix tried to talk with the man, an extremely aggressive and angry person began approaching us. He was taking off his jacket, (1st sign of a fight; the strip) and began to reach down his pants. Now this was either to ensure he was a man or to grab a weapon; a knife or gun. Not wanting to take any chances we all quickly ran east to the other side of the street.
As i scanned the area for cover in case bullets began to fly, my heart began to race. I was no longer focused on getting clean footage. I was focused on finding something I could hide behind.
The man in a New York shirt, with his hand still down his pants staggered towards us. Jack and Mantis were all ready on 911.
By the time we crossed another street the pair had turned and walked away. We watched as they walked down second. By the time the Police arrived the angry New York man had disappeared and police began to question the loud homeless man. They knew him and knew him well.
As my heart slowed down, we all talked and decided that if he had a weapon it would have been a knife. New York kept switching which hand was down his pants, something not common for holding a gun. And also if it was a gun, shots would probably have been fired already.
Unsure of where New York was, we all decided to call it a night and walked back to the car in silence. As Mantis said over breakfast to Pheonix, it was a fun night until we thought you were getting stabbed.
I was home and in bed around 6am and slept through Sunday.
As I drove to the University District, I began to wonder how tonight would go. It wasn't very often that I go to a patrol without Phoenix Jones. But tonight was different, a few supers were going to start the patrol before Jones made his arrival.
Despite Huskies 38-21 victory over Washington State in the 2011 Apple cup that afternoon, the Ave was not as crazy as I had expected. In fact it was fairly vacant. Music could be heard pouring through open doors as a few college kids wearing their respective school colors, staggered up the dry sidewalks.
By the time I picked up Pitch Black and El Caballero at our meeting location, Ghost, Mantis, Midnight Jack and a newbie, Wolf, had already left for Pioneer Square. With the thud of my car doors closing, we sped off.
We arrived in Pioneer Square just after 1am.
Driving around the block a couple times, we counted about six police officers on foot and decided that this was not the place we needed to be.
Belltown was a different story. The feeling was hostile.
The usual people who run the notorious open air drug market in the area had no problem yelling at us as we walked by. As people began to make threats, the feeling got worse.
It wasn't long before met up with Phoenix Jones. Walking down 2nd Avenue we saw a man punch another man in the lower back and then take off. To see what transpired from here watch the video below.
As Phoenix, Mantis, El Caballero and I exited my car onto the yellow lit street, I loaded a new battery into my camera. The familiar electronic beep of the GoPro could be heard from the sidewalk as Phoenix began his normal routine, "This is Phoenix Jones, with Ryan McNamee, Mantisssss, El Caballero on patrol...". As his voice trails off, we set down the street to meet up with Midnight Jack and Ghost. Crossing the fairly empty street, our attention quickly turned to a man and woman arguing. As the man walked passed the short, heavyset and grungy looking woman he gave her a hard push. The sharp crack from a brisk punch to the mans face echoed around us. Phoenix, Mantis, Cab and I took off! The night had officially begun and it was all caught on camera.
It wasn't as cold or wet as the previous few patrols, but I still wouldn't consider it warm. Our small group split in two, Caballero and Mantis took the East side of the street following the woman and Phoenix and I took the West side closely behind the man. Carrying two overfilled bags closely to his puffy black jacket, he walked about a block north then looped back around. "Stay with the girl!" Phoenix yelled at at the other two. Phoenix's attention was on the man and giving a detailed description to the 911 operator.
As we looped back around by where we had just parked, Midnight Jack and Ghost could be seen walking in our direction. "Stop him!" I yelled, as our pace quickened.
Without too much hesitation, Midnight Jack and Ghost stopped the man at a bus stop where he set his bags down and began rummaging through his belonging to find tobacco and rolling papers. "If I am going to jail, I want to have a smoke," the man calmly said.
With Phoenix standing near by, a group of people began to form. "Where's the fight," one asked.
"Hey! Its Phoenix Jones!" another informed his group.
Out of the congregation stepped a nicely dressed man with a half burned cigarette clenched between his fingers. He walked right up to the man we had surrounded and began talking to him.
The police were closely behind. With the Police on scene, Phoenix and our group took off to find Pitch Black. As we left, the nicely dressed man, who goes by Q, informed us that he would be joining us for the night. Although I was skeptical about his intentions, I quickly learned that he was a major asset that night.
We met Pitch near our old meeting spot. Standing in the partly filled parking lot under a glowing neon sign, Phoenix addressed the group. He talked to everyone about equal escalation, weaponry, and how to handle situations like this in the future.
Our first official stop of the night would be Belltown. We checked out our usual spots before we looped down to under the Viaduct. It was a very quiet night.
Before long we found ourselves walking down 2nd Avenue towards Pike. Talking to a few of the regular people we come across during patrols, we noticed a girl who was having a hard time walking, even with assistance. Standing nearby watching her, we decided that we needed to make sure she was okay. The girls friends were reluctant to let us help. It took some persuasive talking from Q and Phoenix before the girls friends were okay with having masked men carry the extremely intoxicated girl back to her friends car.
"Its only a block this way," the guy she was with said. We walked about four blocks before they realized we had gone in the wrong directions. Phoenix, Q and Pitch took turns carrying the passed out girl.
We decided to once again split into two groups. Q, Ghost, Mantis and Midnight Jack stayed with the intoxicated girl and the man while the other girl in the group walked with Phoenix, Pitch, El Caballero and I back to her car.
By the time we reached the girls car, we realized that she was also fairly intoxicated. She insured us that she was not drunk, and did not need our help. However, she couldn't figure out how to start her car. Phoenix called Mantis to tell him to call an Ambulance to check on the second girl and we would all be on our way back momentarily. The girl in the car repeatedly told us that she would be okay.
As Phoenix, Pitch Black, El Caballero and I reached the second group, the Aid car was arriving. It wasn't too long before they they had contacted an AMR car to transport the girl to Harborview. According to one of the responding medics, the girl we had just carried had an obstruction in her lungs and needed immediate medical attention. As we waited for the AMR car to be loaded, Pitch and Mantis ran back to where the less intoxicated girls car was park to make sure she was okay and had not left the area.
Now the last thing we had to worry about was the man who was with the girls. During this entire time, the one thing he was concerned about was how much "all this", meaning the hospital, AMR car, etc, was going to cost. He kept repeating on the phone that the problem was not as bad as everyone was making it sound. "I am an ex-alcholoic and nothing bad ever happened." he told Phoenix.
As we walked back to the parking lot where the less intoxicated girl's car was parked, the girl began to attempt to leave the parking lot. Talking her out of going, she waited for the man that was with her group. Q convinced the girl to park the car and sober up a little before heading home.
Overall it was a busy and very productive night!
Phoenix, Purple Reign and I left a little before midnight to attend the Belltown Citizens On Patrol (BCOP) weekly walk through Belltown. As we reached the usual BCOP meeting spot, we saw El Caballero walking alone.
Jumping in the car, he informed us the BCOP walk was canceled. Instead of heading home, we all decided to patrol Belltown on our own.
The streets were almost vacant of college age club goers; however there were plenty of the regular drug dealers and addicts wondering about.
I made a few passes through the area, mainly driving through alleyways before parked not too far out of Belltown. We were met by Nameless (No Name), Midnight Jack and Ghost.
After spending about an hour walking around Bell, we decided to change locations. Nothing was happening here, not tonight. The Seattle Police had taken up their posts on our usual corners, keeping a watchful eye on the few that lingered in the area.
Walking back to our the cars, we saw a bright orange construction cone protruding from a van's windshield. The red pontiac minivan sat across the street from a shady bar full of patrons. As the seven of us circled around the car, inspecting the damage, a couple exited the bar and yelled over to us, "You just missed it!"
"Did you see it?" Phoenix replied
"Yes!" The girl responded.
We quickly learned that an extremely intoxicated guy with blond spiky hair and a blue sweatshirt was wearing the cone as a hat before smashing it into the parked car. We were informed that he had continued on his way north down the dimly lit street towards the space needle.
We were only a few minutes behind him.
Our casually paced patrol turned into a quick jog. How were we going to find one man in a dark outfit, drunkenly walking around the streets of seattle.
We decided to split into two teams. Phoenix, Purple, Ghost and I took the car while El Caballero, Nameless, and Midnight continued to search by foot.
After about a block or two, we realize that the chances of finding this man are close to none. We all regroup back at the minivan. While we were standing outside the bar talking to bar patrons, a short stocky woman begins yelling from across the street, "I'm gunna kill you!" in the direction of a man walking not even half a block away from us.
We quickly intervene.
She tells us we need to stop the man before he takes off. Assessing the situation, and noticing it was quickly escalating, Phoenix tells both parties to calm down and explain what is going on.
"He stole my money." She barks in our direction
"I aint stole shit." The man replies as he quickly walks towards first avenue.
Phoenix and I are right behind the man closely followed by El Caballero and Midnight Jack.
Once on first, we found a cop car parked outside one of the popular clubs. As El Caballero and Midnight Jack continue pursuit, Phoenix explained to the officer what was going on. Before he was done, the woman appears and takes over.
Phoenix was off again. We found Caballero who informed us that he had lost Midnight and the man in the parking lot half a block away.
People hanging out in the parking lot, told us that the masked man went up a set of stairs back to Second Avenue, We all took off again.
At the top of the stairs, there they were; walking in circles. We briskly walked a block before cutting in front of on coming traffic, heading back to where we started.
As Phoenix pleads with the man to stop and talk to us, he attempts to get in a cab. "Don't do that!" Phoenix Yells. Midnight Jack calls 911 to tell them we have found the man.
We follow the man up to third, and back down to the minivan where we are met by a few of his friends. Phoenix is quickly surrounded. As he avoids an altercation, the man we were following jumps into an orange cab. Nameless informs the driver that his new passenger is wanted in an on going investigation and the cab can not take him away from the scene.
Despite Nameless's pleads, the cab speeds off towards Pike, leaving us there.
What we had learned was that the woman took a "hit" of the mans crack before the man allegedly stole $20 from the woman. It was just another drug dispute in Belltown. Nothing we have not seen before, and something we will see next time we are in Belltown.
After the cab left, we decided to call it a night and head home. Another night for the books.
Tonight Phoenix, Purple Reign, a journalist from the UK and I went downtown to meet up with Ghost, El Caballero, and Nameless. On our way down to our meeting location, I received a phone call from El Caballero informing us he saw a man steal a black rolly backpack from someone downtown and he was in pursuit; alone. From the back seat, Phoenix leaned forward and informed the journalist that, "Every time something bad has happened to me, I was by myself." Turning to me he then quickly said, "we need to hurry." With this the race was on to back up a fellow superhero. We quickly parked near Pike Place Market, where El Caballero had told us the suspect was last seen.
During our search, we were met by a car full of people who asked us what we were doing and if they could tag along for the night. We decided that it was best that they did not join us and that they contact Phoenix via facebook to find out how they can join us for a patrol. As the rain continued to fall, we all parted ways.
About a block later, we saw their silver mid-90's Ford Explorer round the corner. The passenger, a man in his mid to early twenties, clutching and pointing a handi-cam in our direction, leaned out the window. He told us that a someone matching the description of the suspect was a block North East from where we were currently located. Quickly, we ran up the slippery steep hill and down second. Catching my breath, Phoenix and Caballero confirmed that the man our friends in the car had found was not the person we were looking for.
We told two bicycle police officers, who looked less then pleased with our arrival, what we witnessed. They were polite but brief. Phoenix thanked them and then continued on patrol.
When you hit the streets as often as we do, you hear the same stories and see the same people committing the same crimes night after night. Tonight was not any different. When we made it back to Pike, we were met by a man who told us this long story about how he and his wife were stranded in seattle, only needing a few extra dollars for the ferry ride home. Spectacle of the situation, Phoenix decided to go with him to the ferry docks to meet his wife and provide assistance for their ride home; only if the story checked out.
I was strongly against the idea because we far away from the ferry, which left in 5 minutes, as well as the fact that we have heard this story countless times before. That being said, we all followed the scrawny and grungy looking man down the stairs of Pike Place Market and along the waterfront to the Ferry terminals. On our way, I checked the times of departure for the ferry. Surprisingly this part of his story was checking out.
By the time we had reached the terminals, we were soaking wet and the ferry had already left. "Where is she?" Phoenix asked the man who had led us down here. "Man, the ferry left so she went to a shelter for the night." This comment prompted a debate on what shelter would let someone in at this time. With one phone call, we discovered that the Mission stopped letting people in hours ago, and the mystery of the stranded couple had been solved. He had fed us the same story we had heard many times before. There was no wife, no missed ferry, and no shelter.
As the rain softly fell, we all returned back to our cars and parted ways. It was a busy night, but nothing out of the ordinary. For once, I was home and sound asleep before 2am.
While the city sleeps, i join Phoenix Jones and his fellow superheroes while they patrol the dark streets of downtown Seattle looking for crime and random acts of violence. Although more often then not we find nothing, it is the one or two events that make this treacherous journey all worth while.
Thinking back on these past few months, I realized that some of the stuff we deal with or experience should be told. It is one thing to walk around the streets fully trained in mixed martial arts, but it is something completely different to be behind a camera, capturing events as they unfold. This blog will be used to tell some of these stories, and to keep a record of what we come across on a nightly basis. Enjoy!