Lights, Camera...Duh.

A sense of humour is a wonderful thing.  Mine has gotten me through awkward moments, sad moments, moments of ignorance, loss, bewilderment...you name it, I have probably laughed a little through it, and often had someone laughing along with me.
Why is it then, as soon as someone wants to point a recording device in my general direction, I can't think of anything even remotely funny to say?? This happened to me again, just the other night. After participating in a coed hockey (for dummies) game which ended at 12:15am, during which I found plenty to laugh and joke about, someone wanted to film me for a "player spotlight" which gets posted on the leagues' website.  The guy in the previous spotlight used every British expression he had learned after his year in England and attempted to sing God Save The Queen during his interview.  How do I follow that? I declined of course, but he insisted; I declined, he plead; I declined, he told me where to meet him off of the ice; I suggested he get someone else, he sent a girl into the changeroom to make me go out and face the camera.
"It's easy" he says..."I'll just ask you some questions, wait about two seconds and answer them." Ugh. Okay. Easy. Red light on. Funny section of brain off.
He started me out having me state my name and how long I have played in the league...I got the name right, but was off by a year in the length of time played...nobody will notice that. Hard to make that funny.
Next, which teams had I played for? Ummm....it was easy to take two seconds, because I really had to think about that one...I remembered the first two, but couldn't readily remember last year's team....this was my first missed chance to say something funny because everyone knows I played for the Leafs last year (a jersey that made me shudder to don each week) and had I been quicker, I might have said I'd blocked it out or some sarcastic quip to irk all of the Leaf fans in the league, but no, just umm, uh, "I can't remember". Duh.
The questions came...what's your favorite part about hockey, what do you hope to see happen this season, what do you like to do for fun, and so on...it became like a bad first date where I couldn't think straight and gave the most boring responses possible (just to be sure I didn't get asked out again)...I missed opportunity after opportunity to make a joke, a quick comeback, a playful jab...
Then, the final question, "do you think there is anyone shorter than you in the league?".  Funny question, right? I could have said, (since the angle of decline on the camera he was holding was not very big).."other than you?' or I could've simply stated my team owner's name (which would have gotten at least a laugh out of a few people), but my response..."No."   Wow. That was hilarious.
His final words to me? "Uh, thanks...I can edit a lot of it."