It was weird being on TV and knowing I was on TV and trying to force myself to look at the camera and/or my co-moderator and not do something stupid like lick my lips.
Luckily I stopped at Kmart before and bought a bunch of handkerchiefs ... fat man with shaved head under bright TV lights = sweatfest 2006. I went through five of those. Luckily, most of the camera time was spent on the candidates, so I had plenty of time to pat down in between the times I was on the air. I'm sure there might have been a time or two where I had no choice but to pat the forehead when I was on camera, but I kept it to a minimum ... I hope.
I also avoided major stumbles over any of the text I had to read; pretty much everyone I talked to after gave me the "good job" thing. That's gotta be a good sign, no?
I ended up having to be the mean moderator, frequently admonishing the crowd to contain their applause. But, again, I got good marks from those involved with the debate for being stern and helping move things along.
But, ultimately, the main lesson learned was this: I have a face for print journalism. LOL