TV news reporter strong Darwin Award contender for live Hurricane Sandy coverage

Ted Scouten is a reporter for the Miami CBS station WFOR, and was in New York City this week assisting in hurricane Sandy coverage for network "sister station" WCBS-NY.

From TV Newser: "Scouten, stationed in the Rockaways section of Queens, got a real New York welcome Monday as Sandy’s surge sent waves into the street and took him down, as shown on CBS This Morning." (thanks, @milesobrien)


  1. While mildly amusing, this is not valid for a Darwin award, where the rules stipulate that you have to take yourself out of the genepool, due to huge stupidity.
    So unless he got his gentlemen’s jewels squashed or died afterwards this is not Darwin award material

      1. What if you were so publicly embarrassed that no one of the complimentary reproductive gender would acquiesce to engage in coitus or consent to donate the respective gamete for artificial fertilization?

  2. Agree that this is not likely to be in the running for a Darwin Award.

    It is just another example of the idiocy of trying to make a reporter part of the news, rather than just a reporting on it. All these “pieces to camera” and “live crosses” where some vapid talking head just blabbers about what we can see for ourselves is beyond useless. Do the blabbering from the studio. Which is bad enough.

    1. In fact, in this age of miracle and wonder, we have remote cameras.

      I just wish there were really deep lens hoods on some of the web cams so that something other than water on the lens is visible during storms.

      The worst yahoo I saw during the coverage was the dipshit on the jet ski photobombing the news cameras.

  3. Obviously, he’s from a place where they don’t understand the power of hurricanes or…oh.  Never mind.

  4. I saw on two other channels how reporters obviously felt the need to step into the water to provide infotainment ambience. It’s somewhat unsettling.

  5. I’m Ted Scouten. People seem to like me because I am polite and I am rarely late. I like to eat ice cream and I really enjoy a nice pair of slacks. Years later, a doctor will tell me that I have an I.Q. of 48 and am what some people call mentally retarded. 

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