Saturday, November 29, 2008
This is the Bayou Classic, the 35th edition. The championship stakes are high but bragging rights are just as valuable. Winner goes to the championship game in Birmingham, AL. Loser has to hear the smack talk for 365 days. Not an easy thing to deal with.
But this is more than just a game. The attraction brings families back together, at least before kickoff anyway. For the Big Easy this means dollars. An instant way to help plug up any hole in the budget. For the fans pure entertainment. The Bands, the Greek shows, the parties. For us at the Raggedy, one more hurdle to clear.
I've dealt with the madness before. The crowds. The unnecessary people roaming the sidelines getting in front of my lens. And of course the endless number of TV time outs. For Erin this was her first experience. I know she covered the team this year but this game is a totally different beast. Not because of the national television exposure but the people who act as if they have never ventured out in the world before. I know it suppose to be a good time but when you work in the media we don't have time to party until the deadline is done.
So after dealing with the endless number of people, mainly the ones who had too much liquid refreshment, we were able to get the game and shoot post. Now the hard part. Getting the stuff back to BR. No Sat Truck so email was the only option. Just one problem...the Internet was down in the press box. No I'm not kidding. So after shooting a four hour game, hustling to get players for post, and dealing with the idiots who wouldn't leave us alone to shoot some stand ups all of our efforts would go up in smoke because someone didn't check to see if the connection to cyber space was working. Not this time. Erin managed to find a working connection. It's worth having good relationships you can count on in this business. We got the stuff edited and emailed back in time for the show. Whoo, that's over but the day continues. We still have to fight traffic back to the Big Raggedy and edit for the late show. Just another day at the office.
And as for the game, there were some big moments but things didn't go SU's way. There's always next year, did you know?
Thursday, November 27, 2008
That what's happening to some college students from Mumbai, India.
While enjoying the Thanksgiving traditions, the NP and I find one who's in contact with his family as well as keeping a watchful eye on the unknown.
So I load up the White Whale with the Nubian Princess and head to the Airport. Besides some of the check in people acting like they have never seen a camera things were relatively calm. No long lines, no screaming families, just calmness. Going to have really find something to make this interesting. The NP and I find some stuff and manage to fill some time with some help from the Turdpolisher. Thanks again Polisher.
As for XRAY TED, he had his hands full as well. Pretty busy on the day before Thanksgiving, did you know?
Friday, November 21, 2008
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
"Champions aren't made in the gyms. Champions are made from something they have deep inside them - a desire, a dream, a vision." - Muhammad Ali
Strong words that describe one Erin Cofiell. Her journey to Big Raggedy included her college time in the Northeast and a stay over at the local "Peacock".
Now her drive has created some of the most anticipated television since Evel Knievel's attempt to jump the Grand Canyon. Ladies and gentlemen this is "Darin' Erin".
Willing to do more than just lug around a camera. Striving to ask more than just questions to local athletes. Erin is ready to go beyond the boundaries to bring the viewers a different look into the world of sports. As well as increase the station's health insurance policy.
So far Erin has challenged a star football and soccer goalie, keeping her record at .500. Her next challenge from what I hear has something to do with a hockey team. I know what you are thinking, "Hockey in south LA????" Yes it is true. I believe it is an underground sport where not paying out the bets is more brutal then being cross checked through the boards.
The series is quite entertaining and has lasted longer than Super Dave Osborne. Once the bruises heal I'm sure Erin will tackle the next challenge lying in wait. I wonder if she'll do this one?
....small black balls have rained on the parking lot of the asylum. What could they be? Where did they come from?
Did we make the news gods angry by not bending time and space when asked by the producers after the meeting? Did a flock of birds ingest too much fiber enriched bird feed from the park and thought the BFR was mid air porto potty? Did XRAY TED open his mouth again?
Who knows? I'll get some answers but I've ruled out one conclusion.
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
Now Tippy's story has come across our radar or rather the classifieds. There is always something about dogs. You can be gone for five minutes but when they see you they act like you've been gone for five days. I hope Tippy turns up soon and in good health.
Wednesday, November 5, 2008
I'm talking good old duct tape and look it comes in new colors. Why is this a must have? Let's say you are at a press conference and the participants decide to hold it outside, no problem. But there is no podium. Mic stands are useless. Clipping a lav mic won't be effective since more than one person is going to talk. So the only logical course of action...take a light stand, whip out some duct tape, and voila. Instant podium. It may not look pretty but you just have to play the cards your're dealt.
So whether it's a securing cable across a busy floor during elections or creating a podium for a presser it's always good to have a roll of duct tape. Now to and get some more, did you know?
For us however it's the wall to wall coverage during the night. Unfortunately it also mean dealing with the jacks who constantly invaded the designated media space.
It's bad enough you must stay on your island while the "supporters" get to roam around, mainly near the free bar. Then act like they own the place. You try to section off you equipment, the camera, the lights, etc., but somehow the supporters manage move the protective barrier and walk around with drinks in hand acting like they don't have a care in the world. All of this while your are trying to make the person who sold them to their ideas look good on the flashing box in the living room.
I try to keep my sanity. I try not to lose it with the constant bumping of my lights during the :30 live shot. I keep my mouth shut and focus on the task at hand while the mindless dribble spews from the mouths of the idiots who say, "Why do you need that?", "Does this have to be there?", or "I don't think that light will make it through the night."
Alas the results come in and the final live shot happens. Time go and edit for the early show then go home. Somehow I manage to keep my sanity for another election. I hope there's a bigger room and a cash bar next time.