It's lonely up there at the top (of the camera perch), and when you're tasked with tracking a little black speck being chased around the ice by toothless goons, it can be at once tense and mind-numbing for NHL cameramen. So you can't blame this guy for spending his few seconds of free time during a break in the Flyers/Penguins game on a little good old-fashioned beaver shooting. After being grossly disappointed by the blonde in the conservative hoodie, he nearly gives up all hope, and in his despondency almost skips over the find of his life. It's a reminder to voyeurs everywhere that sometimes the best boobs in life are right under your perverted nose.