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The
Super Bowl in New Orleans is over. The bars and the French Quarter
are – well, they're not emptying, this is New Orleans – but the
people from Baltimore and San Francisco and the sports writers are
mostly gone. The airport Monday was jammed with people heading home,
some still reveling in a great game, others bitterly disappointed in
coming so close. This is NOT about the game. If you didn't watch it,
its probably because you don't care.
The
top story on the local news Sunday night, Monday morning, and still
Monday night – and will be for weeks to come – was not about the
Baltimore Ravens hoisting the Lombardi Trophy. It was about the
blackout. Right after the 108-yard second half kickoff return by New
Orleans native Jacoby Jones, the lights went out, and it took 34
minutes to get them back on. New Orleans was embarrassed, and the
finger pointing and blame ducking will go on for weeks.
Back
in October Tori saw ads on Craig's List looking for people to
staff some of the Super Bowl events. With tickets running into the
thousands of dollars, we figured this was the only way we were going
to get close to the action, so we signed up. We ended up working only
one day, Wednesday, helping with food service in the media center.
I've
been in the news business for 40 years, and I finally made it to the
Super Bowl Media Center! Making sure the coffee urns were filled and
the steam table trays stayed fresh.
The Super Bowl Media Center - Made it at last. |
But
we had fun. The company we worked for sucked, and we decided
we were done with them after one day. But we had a good time. Unlike
everyone else working that day, we were there at least as much to
enjoy the experience as to serve up trays of vegetarian chow mien,
rice and some kind of meat (looked like ground beef to me) and
broccoli. Tori especially had fun, chatting with everyone who came
through. She made a lot of press people's day a little lighter,
joking with them, chiding when they didn't take their vegetables and
pointing out that the cake at the end of the buffet and warning, "The
cake is a lie." Most people didn't get it, but those who did
revealed themselves to be techies, and fans of the game Portal.
Tori and the Axe space man. |
Late
in the afternoon it had cleared out, when in walked two guys
carrying a large white bundle. Turned out it was for an Axe
promotion, touting their new hair products. The bundle was a space
suit costume and the young guy who was supposed to wear it was having
trouble pulling it on. Tori has a lot of experience as a backstage
dresser, so she lent a hand. Got the guy's whole story as she helped
him suit up. He's a young guy trying to make it in show business.
He's been in a few movies and TV shows, has had some lines. He and
his girlfriend were both in last year's comedy, "Campaign,"
and one of their twins was the baby that Will Ferrell punched!
There's glory for you!
We
were so interested in the young guy we didn't notice when the other
half of the promotion came in. It was J.J. Watt of the Houston
Texans, who on Saturday would be named NFL defensive player of the
year. Seemed like a nice enough guy, but by the time I realized who
he was he was heading for the door and I didn't get his picture. But
I've got several Tori stuffing the kid into the astronaut costume. If
you know us at all, you know that's what we thought was really cool.
Speaking
of taking pictures, one we didn't take was of Beyonce. As we were
being led down to the hall where we worked, we were told "Beyonce
is here today. Do not approach her. Do not go near her. Avoid her.
And above all DO NOT take her picture." Basically she would be
affronted if we breathed her air. Those of you who watched Sunday
know she was the Super Bowl halftime entertainment. She performed a
very moving tribute to – herself. Worst Super Bowl halftime show
ever, worse than the Michael Jackson lip sync fest. Give me old
rockers who just like to get up and rock for 15 minutes - the Stones,
Springsteen. What did Beyonce actually do besides wiggle? (OK, Sports Illustrated reminds me that Madonna did a Super Bowl. And there were a couple of weird Disney efforts. And Up with People – TWICE! So in all fairness, Beyonce's was not the worst halftime show. It wasn't good by any means, but it wasn't Up with Creepy People. In all fairness, not that fairness is usually a consideration. jb 01/05/20013)
We
also spent some time talking to a radio/TV producer associated
with the Patriots. He hates going to Super Bowl week, which he's been
doing every year for years. Nothing happens. He'd rather be home with
his kids – he showed us a picture, cute kids. "Everyone says,
'Oh, you're going to the Super Bowl. That's cool!' It's not cool!
It's work!" he said. There's nothing going on, but everyone has
to fill a whole week's worth of air time as if it's the most
important news in the world. So he has to arrange interviews with
anyone walking through the center, and his job is made exponentially
more difficult by agents and PR reps who promise their client will be
available at a certain time, then call to reschedule or cancel or say
he's running late. "They are all – pardon my saying it –
fucking assholes," the guy told us.
He
did have one good story that week. He'd been to a party the night
before where a band was playing. No one paid them much attention, but
he realized, "Hey, that's Dan Ackroyd playing with the band!"
Ackroyd was great, he said, and played for half an hour. No one
seemed to notice until right at the end when the band said, "Thanks
Dan Ackroyd" as he left, then suddenly everyone jammed over, but
Ackroyd was gone.
We had arrived at the convention center at 8:45 a.m., which is when the staffing company, Global Staffing Solutions, told us to be there. We checked in, then waited. And waited and waited. There were scores of people there, all waiting to be given some work to do. It was almost 11 before we were assigned to the media center. When we came back at the end of the long day, the Global Staffing guy started chiding us about working our full shift. I still don't know whether he thought we had stayed down there too long or not long enough. We stayed while there was work to do, and we left when everyone else on the crew left. And the most important thing – no one ever told us when our shift ended, including the guy from the Global. No one ever said "Be back at 6," or "Have your manager sign off."
We
also learned that we were only going to be paid for the hours we'd
been assigned to the shift, not for the two and a half hours we'd
been cooling our heels because they told us to get there early. That
didn't sit well, you can imagine.
Then
we asked about Thursday. They said someone would call us that
evening. "We're calling everybody, every night," they lied.
We
haven't heard from them since. Which is too bad, because we wanted to
tell 'em there was no way we'd work for them again. Even though one
of the assignments was for after the game, a private party for the
Ravens. We didn't want to work until 4 in the morning, Monday being a
school day for Max we thought we should be home. And who knew the
Ravens would win? Besides the Ravens, I mean. It was probably a great
party.
Would
have been a great wrap up to a super week, but we were happier
watching the game from home. If you didn't see it, it turned out to
be a pretty good game.
As
I've mentioned, it was a rough year. So this was actually fun for us.
We're going to try to have some more fun soon.
Oh.
The CBS sportscaster with bad hygiene? Pat O'Brien. Saw him myself.
Walked in, took a leak, walked out without so much as a glance at
the sink. After the game I thought I caught a glimpse of him on the
field talking to a player. All I could think was, "Dude! Don't
shake his hand!"
1 comment:
This is all very interesting.
I, however, swore off sports several boyfriends ago. ;)
The best part of the entire game was when Moose the Goat screamed in the Doritos commercial. :D
(Or possibly that Moose the Goat won the contest getting him *in* the Doritos commercial! I do hope when you saw it that you said aloud: "Oh. I wonder if Foxmorton saw that?"
The Sisterhood of the Goat ADORES Moose! And yes, there really *is* a Sisterhood of the Goat! (I started it.....) You can *like* us on Facebook and check out our goats. ;)
In the meantime, I'm looking forward to accounts of Mari Gras, seeing as how you'll be in the think of it, you lucky bastard.
Also, even if I become famous(er)
I will always let you take my picture. And I will never neglect my hygiene.
Hugs to you....
Kisses to Tori......
xoxox
~Foxmorton
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