Submitted by Annemarie (http://annemarieschiavipedersen.blogspot.com/)

Between my puppy Vito and the blog, I don’t get out much, let alone spot big-time celebrities. So I was excited to find Detroit Red Wings Head Coach Mike Babcock at Christina’s lacrosse game. No, Babcock wasn’t switching from professional hockey to girl’s prep lacrosse; like me, he was there to watch his daughter. Fortuitously, I had my new video camera.

Bloggers sneak photos of celebs all the time. The hope is that the celeb will misbehave. If I was lucky, I could record the Olympic-gold hockey coach do something awful, like throw his Starbucks at the 80-year-old referee.

That’s how millionaire celebrity blogger Perez Hilton (who I used to think was Paris Hilton trying to spell her name like a rapper) got his start.

Nonchalantly, I extended the camera outward so it looked like I was recording Christina. But really, I angled it toward Babcock.

It was bright outside, and as I tried to find him in the lens, the crowd erupted. Christina scored. But I missed it because my camera was aimed at Babcock, who I couldn’t see through the glare.

My friend Pat walked up with a quizzical look. No wonder. Unconsciously, I had turned from the field with my camera blatantly aimed at Babcock.

I whispered to Pat that Babcock was behind her. He was on the phone and really wound up – so much so that Pat couldn’t hear me. So I said it louder – exactly when Babcock stopped talking. He looked me dead in the eye.

“Way to be discreet, mom,” my daughter Beth whispered.

Now that he caught me, I had to pretend I didn’t care about him. At the perfect moment, a gorgeous Golden Retriever, the Farrah Fawcett of dogs, appeared.

The lady with the Golden set her chair next to Babcock. He and the lady smiled at each other. She didn’t appear to care who he was, so I guessed the lady was his wife.

Her dog was pure Hollywood, a video blogger’s dream. Only now I didn’t have the nerve to take its picture because it might belong to Babcock.

Babcock left without saying goodbye to the woman with the dog. Now I was pretty sure they weren’t married. So, not only did I not get a video of Babcock, I didn’t get one of the dog either. Also, I missed Christina’s goal.

I verbally flogged myself — I’d never be Perez Hilton.

“Mom …” Beth caught my hand before I threw my camera into the pussy willows … “I’ve got a picture of you and Mike Babcock.”

There we were caught on Beth’s I-Phone.

Apparently the Perez Hilton-gene skips a generation.