What it was was football. WBTV may actually have been producing this Duke game for its own air, but more likely it was providing equipment (and perhaps some crew members) for a network production. A football telecast in those innocent days was relatively easy to produce: just set up the three or four cameras and string out the cables from the little mobile unit to each of them, and you're fairly good to go. Today it's a much bigger deal, with several tractor trailer units (two just to create those electronic orange stripes on the down lines, a satellite truck, equipment trucks, another to handle graphics and replays, yet another for the directors and producers); many more cameras, including remote-controlled minicams that move over the field on wires; days of pre-production spent taping all the players individually, the coaches, the campus, etc.; and finally, at game time, a gaggle of frantic New Yorkers in the trucks screaming over intercoms at another group of frantic New Yorkers in the network's headquarters in Manhatten. You'd never sense this over the airwaves, but for about three hours on Saturday afternoon, it is bedlam in these trucks, a broadcasting asylum where the inmates are in charge.