It has been seven weeks, some felt longer than others, but our time here is down to two days. It's hard to wrap myself around the idea that I just spent seven weeks in China; it's even harder to fathom that I worked at the Olympics. Nine months ago, when I first applied for this opportunity it seemed like such an impossibility. There were 6,000 students qualified to apply for this position; I didn't think I stood a chance. Now I sit here wondering how I am ever going to watch the Olympics again without wishing I was standing there. As cliche as it sounds, it was dream come true. I have heard that word uttered over and over again during the last two weeks, but I can't think of any other way to put it. Ever since I was a little kid my Mom and I watched the Olympics together. I thought one day I would participate as an athlete, maybe in ice skating or soccer. I was never good enough for that, but deep down I always resolved that simply attending the Olympics would be perfect. Over the years I grew out of my naivety and realized a trip to the Olympics was no easy fete. With each passing Olympics I slowly squashed any ideas of me ever attending the Games. It's sad what adulthood can do to our imagination.
Then last September came. The opportunity of a life time weaseled its way into my life. Of course none of us can predict the future, but had I followed the plan I started with when I left for college four years ago this never would have happened. It's just amazing how a few choice decisions paved the way for this. My departure is bittersweet. There are countless reasons I want to leave, none of which I will get into here, but just as I convince myself that I am ready to leave I start to think about what I will miss. I know this feeling all too well; it was the exact same thing that happened when I was in Italy. More than anything I want to go home to my bed, my family and friends, American food, and a car. But I know that after 48 hours I will be longing for the people, the sites, cycling, and maybe even a box lunch.
My expectation was that we would come here, work together, and then go home to our separate lives again. I again under estimated the power of study abroad, limited entertainment, and living in a confined space together. Study abroad has this amazing power. I don't know what it is....being together 24-7, funny cultural differences, food cravings or insanity, but it has this ability to pull people together. I can't explain it. The things that went on here, Peking Opera make-up, Donatas nights, taxi rides, Silk Market, Chris Hoy, "blah, blah, blah," spidey sense, etc are some of the funniest moments of my life. Once again I find myself wondering how I lived without these people. With Italy it was hard because everyone was across the country, Connecticut, Kansas, Texas, but this time it is the world. Yes, all the Purdue people live in Chicago or Indiana, but Krystyna, Ernst, Amy, and Andy live all over the world...England, Holland, Australia, and Spain. I guess I'll just have to visit. (I really need to get a job that pays well!!)
Once again I have been lucky enough to have an incredible experience. I have learned so much over the last few weeks. No only about other people and the Chinese culture, but about myself. I am so fortunate that I had studied abroad before this because I was able to do things differently this time. Many people have asked me which was better, Italy or China. They are too different to compare. Italy was that first leap, proving to myself that I could live away from home for 3.5 months, and learning the ins and outs of traveling abroad. China was about fulfilling a dream. I live and breathe sports so seeing and working at the ultimate sporting event mind-boggling. At times, I don't even feel like it has actually happened; it has almost been an out of body experience, like I am watching myself in a movie. If I do nothing else of importance in my life (God I hope that is not true) I can always cling to my weeks working in the Velodrome.
Today is the last day with all of us here, Lauren leaves tomorrow, a bunch of us leave Tuesday, and then the last group goes Wednesday. Today is chalk full of free meals, good-byes, and last hurrahs. CUC is giving us a free lunch downstairs in the restaurant. Tan, a Purdue alumna, is making us dinner at her mansion somewhere in Beijing (apparently it is a subway and bus ride away...BOOOOOOOO) and then we are going to try and meet up with the managers that are left. Maybe I don't really want to leave after all.
Sunday, August 24, 2008
Friday, August 22, 2008
we are the champions...
Oh. My. GOD.
I don't even have the words to express the excitement and torture that was tonight. I am too hyped up to even write anything. This was the single greatest night of my life. I watched them Women's Soccer team win Gold and I just cannot explain it. I had a blog idea while I was walking to the subway and I already forgot it. My mind is a million miles a second; I don't think my fingers will ever catch up. I feel like I am being flash quoted and all I keep saying is "I'm so happy. I'm so happy." But I am. I felt like I was part of that team tonight. I felt every frustration, every bad touch, every misplaced kick. When Hope Solo would dive through the air to block a kick I felt the thud of her landing. For all the shots that were mere centimeters off I let out the same sigh of relief the players did. With 30 seconds left and a Brazil corner kick pending I closed my eyes, thankful, like the girls on the bench, that I was not out there.
There is nothing like the Olympics. It has such a power to move people. I have never had that feeling at the Bears game. I felt like my entire life had been working to this moment, yet I was simply sitting in the stands watching. I always wished I would compete in the Olympics, first it was ice skating then soccer. The reality is, I never came close. Heck, I couldn't even make starter on varsity soccer, let alone attempt to be a sub on the USA Women's team. As I sat in the stands I knew this is the closest I would ever get to that dream. Those last 30 or 40 seconds ticked away slowly, dreadfully slowly. The only comparable experience is that of the minutes before taking a final, where you can no longer cram because you are too busy panning out all the possible situations. The what ifs. What if they get a break away? What if we foul in the box? What if they score? It's amazing how many thoughts can race through our minds in such a short period of time.
I will never be able to put into words what I felt tonight. The relief I felt when the game was finally over. The compassion and sympathy I felt for the Brazilian woman who just played 120 minutes of spectacular soccer, yet have to stand up on the podium as second best. Or the pride I felt for my country as I watched our flag being raised with the Star Spangled Banner playing the background. I am not a good enough writer to recount the evening in such a way that it makes you trade places with me, makes you feel like you were there standing next to me. All I can say is, I will never forget this night. AHHHHHHH!
I don't even have the words to express the excitement and torture that was tonight. I am too hyped up to even write anything. This was the single greatest night of my life. I watched them Women's Soccer team win Gold and I just cannot explain it. I had a blog idea while I was walking to the subway and I already forgot it. My mind is a million miles a second; I don't think my fingers will ever catch up. I feel like I am being flash quoted and all I keep saying is "I'm so happy. I'm so happy." But I am. I felt like I was part of that team tonight. I felt every frustration, every bad touch, every misplaced kick. When Hope Solo would dive through the air to block a kick I felt the thud of her landing. For all the shots that were mere centimeters off I let out the same sigh of relief the players did. With 30 seconds left and a Brazil corner kick pending I closed my eyes, thankful, like the girls on the bench, that I was not out there.
There is nothing like the Olympics. It has such a power to move people. I have never had that feeling at the Bears game. I felt like my entire life had been working to this moment, yet I was simply sitting in the stands watching. I always wished I would compete in the Olympics, first it was ice skating then soccer. The reality is, I never came close. Heck, I couldn't even make starter on varsity soccer, let alone attempt to be a sub on the USA Women's team. As I sat in the stands I knew this is the closest I would ever get to that dream. Those last 30 or 40 seconds ticked away slowly, dreadfully slowly. The only comparable experience is that of the minutes before taking a final, where you can no longer cram because you are too busy panning out all the possible situations. The what ifs. What if they get a break away? What if we foul in the box? What if they score? It's amazing how many thoughts can race through our minds in such a short period of time.
I will never be able to put into words what I felt tonight. The relief I felt when the game was finally over. The compassion and sympathy I felt for the Brazilian woman who just played 120 minutes of spectacular soccer, yet have to stand up on the podium as second best. Or the pride I felt for my country as I watched our flag being raised with the Star Spangled Banner playing the background. I am not a good enough writer to recount the evening in such a way that it makes you trade places with me, makes you feel like you were there standing next to me. All I can say is, I will never forget this night. AHHHHHHH!
Tuesday, August 19, 2008
and the gates are down...
Since my blog marathon last Sunday I have been on auto-pilot, going non-stop for the last three days. Sunday night there was only one cycling final, so generally it was a fairly easy night. Stupid Great Britain didn't show up, AGAIN for the press conference. Personally, I think it is completely inappropriate that a medalist does not show up for the press conference following the race, not to mention it makes our job difficult. Despite the seemingly easy night I had zero time to do anything else other than lay in my bed and fall asleep. Both Monday and Tuesday we had a lot of medal events so those were crazy nights. I worked a full day Monday. BMX training started Monday so they needed some of us there to talk to the athletes. The BMX riders are so laid back; they are more than willing to talk to anyone and really want to get the sport out there. Unlike with the track people, we were able to wander anywhere, even back by their little rooms. I "ate" what I hope to be my last Chinese box lunch. And by that I mean, rice and chili sauce. I cannot wait to never EVER see a Chinese box lunch again.
Monday night I was copy taker, which meant I sat by the computer and typed in all the quotes after people got them. Tuesday was just utter chaos because in the Men's Madison (similar to the points race, but you have partners and you fling them as a boost to go faster...weird junk) Argentina upset everyone, the Spanish got Silver and the Russians got Bronze. Essentially meaning we were relying on the reporters to translate for us. They were all actually really nice, I used my charming smile and cute red hair to get the Russian journalists to translate. They wouldn't do it for Jason so I sent him away and asked in my sweetest voice if they would translate for me. I think that is the first time I played the girl card. It's quite powerful.
We heard the British anthem a few more times. It is actually very nauseating. We heard a stat the other day from a British reporter, "If the British cycling team was a nation they would be third in the medal count." That's crazy! If I never hear about the British cycling team again, other than if they lost, I will die a happy person. The US proved to be a horrible track cycling team. The girls should have been medal contenders but they both fell short of even making it into the medal races. In Sarah Hammer's defense she was taken out really early in the Points Race and broke her collar bone, but still...come on ladies! I have been so exhausted the last few nights. Tuesday night we didn't get home until 11 and then had to be up today at 6:00am. I know that isn't the end of the world, but when you have been chasing people all day trying to get quotes and dealing with Witchy and Pinky (who, by the way, was wearing a radioactive green shirt on Tuesday, still NOT attractive) you are beat.
Today started BMX competition. To be honest it was kind of lame. The first two hours was watch time-trials all to be seeded for the different heats. It is actually kind of stupid because the time-trial is so different from the actual race that it really does nothing to predict who will win the heats. The reason for it is to place the riders in their gate numbers. The US is looking pretty good. There is only one woman, but the men all made it through quarterfinals and on to semi-finals. I would love more than anything to have a sweep, but I'll take a Mike Day Gold medal if that is all I can get. One the time-trials were over it got much better. The announcer was the most annoying man on the planet. I am fairly convinced that he is from California and best friends with John Madden. One of my favorite lines of the day was "And this is Billy Bob and boy does he love BMX." Honestly man?! What person PARTICIPATING in BMX at the Olympics doesn't LOVE BMX. Thank you Madden. Each and every race he said, "and the gates are down..." Seriously, it gets old after about two times. I got close to taking the mic away and announcing the event myself. Anyway, listen for him tonight. ANNNOYING!
Today I was back in the broadcast area getting translations from everyone under the sun. Two French girls, a french guy, two Latvians, a Colombian. Of course none of us know any of these languages so we are at the mercy of the TV people to give us an accurate translations. The French camera man was the best! Not only did he translate, but he listened back to get the real translation. Him and I are best friends. I don't even have to ask anymore and he gives me the translation. I like that.
We went to the now infamous Annie's again. I had the creamy spinach ravioli again, I never know when I might ever eat this again so I had to soak up all it's goodness. I think the sauce is an Alfredo sauce, and as long as I learn how to make spinach ravioli I am golden. Traci said she would make it for me. I told her I could make her tacos...I am such a chef. Maybe I'll make her my special rice stuffed tomatoes. YUMMMY!
Tomorrow is probably the single greatest day of my entire life. I know, how can I choose one given all I have been through, but this might take the cake. Per some advice from a very wise woman (Mom) I bought at ticket to go see the Women's Bronze and Gold Medal soccer games tomorrow!!! For as long as I can remember I have wanted to play soccer for the USA team. Seeing as I turned down my place on the team, I was just too good, I thought this can take the place of that dream. Val and I are so incredibly excited. The USA is playing in the Gold medal match against Brazil (who could ask for anything better?!) and I will be there! In group 15, section 115 row 7. I have zero clue where that is, and I don't care. I already have my USA shirt and I might go pick up some more Olympic gear tomorrow (that might actually means I will).
Well I have BMX really early, then a day of shopping (I am currently participating in the shopping marathon event, right now I am in 2nd but I feel with the USA Olympic store trip I will easy jump to Gold), and the soccer game. Long, but super exciting day. Hope for some medals! We have to stay on top! I can't hear the Chinese national anthem one more time. I will hurt myself.
Monday night I was copy taker, which meant I sat by the computer and typed in all the quotes after people got them. Tuesday was just utter chaos because in the Men's Madison (similar to the points race, but you have partners and you fling them as a boost to go faster...weird junk) Argentina upset everyone, the Spanish got Silver and the Russians got Bronze. Essentially meaning we were relying on the reporters to translate for us. They were all actually really nice, I used my charming smile and cute red hair to get the Russian journalists to translate. They wouldn't do it for Jason so I sent him away and asked in my sweetest voice if they would translate for me. I think that is the first time I played the girl card. It's quite powerful.
We heard the British anthem a few more times. It is actually very nauseating. We heard a stat the other day from a British reporter, "If the British cycling team was a nation they would be third in the medal count." That's crazy! If I never hear about the British cycling team again, other than if they lost, I will die a happy person. The US proved to be a horrible track cycling team. The girls should have been medal contenders but they both fell short of even making it into the medal races. In Sarah Hammer's defense she was taken out really early in the Points Race and broke her collar bone, but still...come on ladies! I have been so exhausted the last few nights. Tuesday night we didn't get home until 11 and then had to be up today at 6:00am. I know that isn't the end of the world, but when you have been chasing people all day trying to get quotes and dealing with Witchy and Pinky (who, by the way, was wearing a radioactive green shirt on Tuesday, still NOT attractive) you are beat.
Today started BMX competition. To be honest it was kind of lame. The first two hours was watch time-trials all to be seeded for the different heats. It is actually kind of stupid because the time-trial is so different from the actual race that it really does nothing to predict who will win the heats. The reason for it is to place the riders in their gate numbers. The US is looking pretty good. There is only one woman, but the men all made it through quarterfinals and on to semi-finals. I would love more than anything to have a sweep, but I'll take a Mike Day Gold medal if that is all I can get. One the time-trials were over it got much better. The announcer was the most annoying man on the planet. I am fairly convinced that he is from California and best friends with John Madden. One of my favorite lines of the day was "And this is Billy Bob and boy does he love BMX." Honestly man?! What person PARTICIPATING in BMX at the Olympics doesn't LOVE BMX. Thank you Madden. Each and every race he said, "and the gates are down..." Seriously, it gets old after about two times. I got close to taking the mic away and announcing the event myself. Anyway, listen for him tonight. ANNNOYING!
Today I was back in the broadcast area getting translations from everyone under the sun. Two French girls, a french guy, two Latvians, a Colombian. Of course none of us know any of these languages so we are at the mercy of the TV people to give us an accurate translations. The French camera man was the best! Not only did he translate, but he listened back to get the real translation. Him and I are best friends. I don't even have to ask anymore and he gives me the translation. I like that.
We went to the now infamous Annie's again. I had the creamy spinach ravioli again, I never know when I might ever eat this again so I had to soak up all it's goodness. I think the sauce is an Alfredo sauce, and as long as I learn how to make spinach ravioli I am golden. Traci said she would make it for me. I told her I could make her tacos...I am such a chef. Maybe I'll make her my special rice stuffed tomatoes. YUMMMY!
Tomorrow is probably the single greatest day of my entire life. I know, how can I choose one given all I have been through, but this might take the cake. Per some advice from a very wise woman (Mom) I bought at ticket to go see the Women's Bronze and Gold Medal soccer games tomorrow!!! For as long as I can remember I have wanted to play soccer for the USA team. Seeing as I turned down my place on the team, I was just too good, I thought this can take the place of that dream. Val and I are so incredibly excited. The USA is playing in the Gold medal match against Brazil (who could ask for anything better?!) and I will be there! In group 15, section 115 row 7. I have zero clue where that is, and I don't care. I already have my USA shirt and I might go pick up some more Olympic gear tomorrow (that might actually means I will).
Well I have BMX really early, then a day of shopping (I am currently participating in the shopping marathon event, right now I am in 2nd but I feel with the USA Olympic store trip I will easy jump to Gold), and the soccer game. Long, but super exciting day. Hope for some medals! We have to stay on top! I can't hear the Chinese national anthem one more time. I will hurt myself.
Sunday, August 17, 2008
world record blogging...
World Records are being broken all over the place at these Olympics. I decided to get in on the action and go for the record of most blogs written in a 3 hour time span. As long as I finish in the next half hour I think I might achieve this fete.
Yesterday was a big day. I have already told you of the velodrome excitement, but it gets better. We had tickets to see the Athletics (Track and Field) events at the Bird's Nest. Seeing as they couldn't spare any of us, we brought clothes with us and a few of us rushed to the nest following the last "press conference." Chad and I were in one cab and arrived just as they were calling out the names for the Men's 100m Sprint. Instead of trying to find our actual seats I decided to push down as far as I could on the bottom tier. Sometimes I love that China doesn't really have any rules. No one stopped me, and I wasn't in my volunteer uniform. I was able to get almost all the way to the bottom and could easily see the race. The Usian Bolt from Jamaica claimed the title as "Fastest Man Ever," taking it away from Johnson. The best part of the race was that he won it while pounding his chest, boasting and bragging. Any other time I would have been disgusted by the arrogance, but it was just too funny to watch him not even finished yet and pounding his chest in victory. There was no medal ceremony for that last night, it is tonight. Boo.
I went camera CRAZY last night. I took over 100 photos and a few videos. Nothing could put me in a bad mood. I don't care that I saw only one event, I at least got to walk in the Nest. We had many photo shoots that night. Chad and I had moved down closer to take pictures of us in the stadium with the torch in the back and some big Asian man wanted to take a picture with Chad because they were similar size. Then his wife wanted to take a picture with me, followed by another man wanting a picture with Chad, then one with me, then one with both of us. (Thoughts of Christmas photos are starting to come flooding back.)
The next photo shoot was pure hilarity. Jane wanted one of all the Purdue people that had made it to the Nest, all of us decked out in USA gear. She asked Leo, the Aussie prof to take the photo. He took the first one with minimal difficulty. When he went for the second camera he had it upside down. So he turned it around, but it was still upside down. Then he didn't hold it down long enough to take the shot. While he was having troubles, a few Asian on lookers decided they wanted to take a photo of the Americans in front of the Water Cube. One man went as far as putting his camera around Leo's neck to have him take a photo of the Asian man and us. This was the best part. Leo could not work the thing to save his life. The Asian man walked over there five times to show him how to do it. During all this we were almost run over by a tram carrying the athletes family members. The entire thing could have easily been a Three Stooges skit.
While people were taking photos Alysha performed her beam routine for us. Complete with a kart wheel, leap, and dismount. I don't know how she didn't make the team. Had she made it, we definitely would have brought home the Gold.
Val, Jason and I knew that this might be our last chance in this area so we hung back to take as many pictures as possible. I have about 3,000 of me and the Water Cube, because I LOVE IT! AHH! I can't even describe how excited I was. There were many points I was seen jumping up and down or skipping. I could careless if I looked retarded. Thankfully the subway stayed open until 1:30. We arrived home a little too late for the gates to be open, so Val and I decided to scale the fence. It has been a long time since I climbed the fence in the backyard and I was a little rusty on my skills, but after a little right leg cramping I made it over unharmed.
I don't know if I will make it back to the Olympic Green, but I am so glad I got there last night. Apparently today is a big day in sports. There is the obvious Phelps quest, but also Dana Torres is attempting to prove age makes so difference in sports. A total of 37 medals will be given out today, the most on any day. Our gymnasts will attempt to prove they really deserved the Gold by starting the Individual events. If everything stays the same as the other day, Liukin and Johnson could share a Gold medal.
Megan's day in Olympic world will probably be another late one. Because the day is a long one we have two shifts, I was given the afternoon one, which means that I will have to ride the subway there. I HATE THE SUBWAY! Hopefully I will be lucky enough to again miss the box lunch experience. There is only one medal event at Laoshan today and that is the Women's Pursuit finals which will go to some British woman. Vomit.
I have uploaded all the photos from the last few days on to my Picasa. There are about five hundred duplicates but I needed to make sure I got a good shot. In my desperation to make to finish this blog in World Record time I do not have time to add photos right now. (Plus I need to shower so I don't scare the athletes away with my stank.) I will add photos to the blog tonight when I get home. I know I keep promising, time does not allow me to do everything I intend to. Along with that, for those who have sent me e-mails recently (Mary, Mr. and Mrs. Messer, Mandy, Patti, Ash, Court) I am sorry I have yet to respond. I have it on my list of things to do. I don't want you to think I am neglecting you. I did not realize how busy I would be once the events started. A few of you asked where you could see the article I wrote. It is not available for the general public. I will try to find print out a copy today and put it up here. They changed it a lot, but it still has my initials on it. That's it for now!
(Note to Mom: I found the Today Show booth, however, I was too late to make it on the broadcast. According to Val it was the weekend crew so it really wasn't that exciting. I took a photo for you!)
Yesterday was a big day. I have already told you of the velodrome excitement, but it gets better. We had tickets to see the Athletics (Track and Field) events at the Bird's Nest. Seeing as they couldn't spare any of us, we brought clothes with us and a few of us rushed to the nest following the last "press conference." Chad and I were in one cab and arrived just as they were calling out the names for the Men's 100m Sprint. Instead of trying to find our actual seats I decided to push down as far as I could on the bottom tier. Sometimes I love that China doesn't really have any rules. No one stopped me, and I wasn't in my volunteer uniform. I was able to get almost all the way to the bottom and could easily see the race. The Usian Bolt from Jamaica claimed the title as "Fastest Man Ever," taking it away from Johnson. The best part of the race was that he won it while pounding his chest, boasting and bragging. Any other time I would have been disgusted by the arrogance, but it was just too funny to watch him not even finished yet and pounding his chest in victory. There was no medal ceremony for that last night, it is tonight. Boo.
I went camera CRAZY last night. I took over 100 photos and a few videos. Nothing could put me in a bad mood. I don't care that I saw only one event, I at least got to walk in the Nest. We had many photo shoots that night. Chad and I had moved down closer to take pictures of us in the stadium with the torch in the back and some big Asian man wanted to take a picture with Chad because they were similar size. Then his wife wanted to take a picture with me, followed by another man wanting a picture with Chad, then one with me, then one with both of us. (Thoughts of Christmas photos are starting to come flooding back.)
The next photo shoot was pure hilarity. Jane wanted one of all the Purdue people that had made it to the Nest, all of us decked out in USA gear. She asked Leo, the Aussie prof to take the photo. He took the first one with minimal difficulty. When he went for the second camera he had it upside down. So he turned it around, but it was still upside down. Then he didn't hold it down long enough to take the shot. While he was having troubles, a few Asian on lookers decided they wanted to take a photo of the Americans in front of the Water Cube. One man went as far as putting his camera around Leo's neck to have him take a photo of the Asian man and us. This was the best part. Leo could not work the thing to save his life. The Asian man walked over there five times to show him how to do it. During all this we were almost run over by a tram carrying the athletes family members. The entire thing could have easily been a Three Stooges skit.
While people were taking photos Alysha performed her beam routine for us. Complete with a kart wheel, leap, and dismount. I don't know how she didn't make the team. Had she made it, we definitely would have brought home the Gold.
Val, Jason and I knew that this might be our last chance in this area so we hung back to take as many pictures as possible. I have about 3,000 of me and the Water Cube, because I LOVE IT! AHH! I can't even describe how excited I was. There were many points I was seen jumping up and down or skipping. I could careless if I looked retarded. Thankfully the subway stayed open until 1:30. We arrived home a little too late for the gates to be open, so Val and I decided to scale the fence. It has been a long time since I climbed the fence in the backyard and I was a little rusty on my skills, but after a little right leg cramping I made it over unharmed.
I don't know if I will make it back to the Olympic Green, but I am so glad I got there last night. Apparently today is a big day in sports. There is the obvious Phelps quest, but also Dana Torres is attempting to prove age makes so difference in sports. A total of 37 medals will be given out today, the most on any day. Our gymnasts will attempt to prove they really deserved the Gold by starting the Individual events. If everything stays the same as the other day, Liukin and Johnson could share a Gold medal.
Megan's day in Olympic world will probably be another late one. Because the day is a long one we have two shifts, I was given the afternoon one, which means that I will have to ride the subway there. I HATE THE SUBWAY! Hopefully I will be lucky enough to again miss the box lunch experience. There is only one medal event at Laoshan today and that is the Women's Pursuit finals which will go to some British woman. Vomit.
I have uploaded all the photos from the last few days on to my Picasa. There are about five hundred duplicates but I needed to make sure I got a good shot. In my desperation to make to finish this blog in World Record time I do not have time to add photos right now. (Plus I need to shower so I don't scare the athletes away with my stank.) I will add photos to the blog tonight when I get home. I know I keep promising, time does not allow me to do everything I intend to. Along with that, for those who have sent me e-mails recently (Mary, Mr. and Mrs. Messer, Mandy, Patti, Ash, Court) I am sorry I have yet to respond. I have it on my list of things to do. I don't want you to think I am neglecting you. I did not realize how busy I would be once the events started. A few of you asked where you could see the article I wrote. It is not available for the general public. I will try to find print out a copy today and put it up here. They changed it a lot, but it still has my initials on it. That's it for now!
(Note to Mom: I found the Today Show booth, however, I was too late to make it on the broadcast. According to Val it was the weekend crew so it really wasn't that exciting. I took a photo for you!)
tea with pinky and witchy...
I arrive at the velodrome yesterday delightfully surprised that I have once again been placed in the broadcast mixed zone. Regardless of the evil Pinky and her entourage, I really enjoy the broadcast zone. There really wasn't much for us to change, except to get closer when we are trying to hear what the athletes are saying to the sportscaster. I really need to take a picture of this for you all. Let me try to describe it. When you see any athlete interviewed on tv, it looks like it is the athlete, anchor, and the camera man. In actuality, it is those three, one or two people like me standing DIRECTLY behind the sportscaster and crouching below the camera, and to each side there are about 10 or 12 more cameras fighting for the next interview. It is pure madness. That doesn't even give it justice. I'll try to take a picture today, hopefully I won't get caught.
Yesterdays events were Men's Pursuit, Women's Pursuit, Points Race, and Keirin. I'll describe the new ones to you.
Keirin: Riders race two and half laps sprint after riding for five behind a motorized pacer (derny). Similar to riding behind a pace car in racing. The derny starts at 30km and gradually increases speed to 50 km/hour, before dropping off. (Many of us have a life goal of riding the derny some day.)
Points Race: Riders race 160 laps (men) and 100 laps (women). Every 10 laps a sprint race is held, those finishing in first, second, third and fourth receive 5, 3, 2, 1 points respectively. If a rider laps the crowd 20 points are awarded, if a rider is lapped by the crowd 20 points are taken away. The winner is the person who has the most points.
So women's qualifying once again proved that Great Britain is the team to beat here. The Gold/Silver race is between two British women, so no matter what they will take one-two. By the way, the final racers are determined by their times in the semi-finals. The fastest two riders will race for Gold and Silver, while the other two race for Bronze. The bronze medal racers have no chance of receiving anything other than the Bronze, even if both their times are faster than the riders in the other race. So the British will be taking home at least two more medals today.
The day starts with more Men's Pursuit qualifications. Poor Taylor Phinney rode four seconds slower today, playing him 8th at the end of the day. Not horrible for your first Olympics. All the favorites and expected winners moved on as they were supposed to, there were no big upsets. When the women raced Hammer (USA) started out in front but gradually through out the race fell back and ended up almost 2 seconds behind the winner of her race. It wasn't America's day.
The Keirin heats began immediately after the Pursuit qualifications. It was decided that we make a 5 yuan wager to see who would make the medal podium. None of us did well because one of the favorites, Theo Bos was involved in a crash during the end of one of his runs. We all had him on the podium, essentially we each only had one person up there. Other than the crash things went pretty much according to plan. In each heat there were 6 riders out there and the top two move on. Then there are repechages; the best way I can describe these is that they are ride in races. Four cyclists go out and the top person from each heat works his way back into the race. There is probably more behind it, but that is the way I understood it yesterday. The Keirin went on and off all afternoon, ending with Great Britain sending two people to the medal podium.
I really enjoyed watching the points race. It is a long race, about 40 minutes and the leader changes constantly for the first half and then it starts to level off. The USA rider, Bobby Lea started off strong but then left the race and ended up not finishing. I have no clue what happened to him but he was one of two to not finish. Again we had made our guesses on who would win, NONE of mine were in the top three, however, I did get two of the top five. The medalists were Spain, Germany, and G. Britain. (BARF!) All three were very emotional after the race. In the press conference the Spanish and British men discussed how cycling training really takes a toll on family life, the Spanish man even went as far as saying that after the 19th he would no longer participate in competitive cycling. I really liked the Spanish guy. He didn't speak much, if any, English, but what was translated to us was much deeper than most of the cyclists give you. Even the British guy was pretty insightful.
Yesterday's press conferences were nothing short of a disaster. They were all running late, not to the fault of anyone in charge of the P.C. but because the events were running late. One of them started out casual and turned into the p.c. and then had athletes walking in and out. Even athletes from different events up on the stand at the same time. The Gold medalist from one of the races never showed. Pure Chaos.
An update on Pinky, today she adorned lace and see through white pants. I am starting to think she needs a stylist, and quickly. Pinky however, was nothing compared to her new friend Witchy. Witchy is a Canadian woman that looks like a witch. She is skin and bones, almost to the point where she looks sickly. She has long black hair with grey highlights (she is not at the age where her hair should be LONGER than mine.) The back of her legs are apparently unshaven and she thinks she is the new moderator of the broadcast zone. Amy and I walk up behind Pinky in an attempt to double team the athlete that might be coming down and Witchy butts in saying "Only one of you should scribe." THANK YOU! I didn't knooow you were just promoted to Broadcast Manager. Where did (insert name here because I forgot it) go? Oh speaking of what's his face, he had the most retarded analogy EVER today. The Eurosport guys, my favorite, were gravitating over into two EMPTY slots because well, they were empty. Terd butt comes over and asks them to move because and I quote "This is televised live and the people who have these spots know where their spot is. If they see you in their spot it is kind of like you walking into your hotel room and finding another person in your bed." I kid you not my friends. I swear I am going to write a book about the ridiculous things that happened here and everyone is going to think I made it up because they are so out there. But from now on, watch out for those people who come into your hotel room and try to steal your bed. (HUGE EYE ROLL!!!)
Anyway, we now have Pinky and Witchy to deal with. As either Traci or Andrea or Lauren put it, Witchy is the kid on the playground who just got invited to play by the cool kids and now has to act like them in order to fit in. So true. She was fine yesterday, but apparently she banded together with Pinky in an attempt to destroy all hopes of us FQRs.
At the end of the day, the Brits send five people to the podium, Spain one, New Zealand one, Germany one, and I cannot remember the other person who won. America did nothing at all, the only real disappointment was Sarah Hammer. She should have been in the Bronze medal race tomorrow. We have a few more chances for track cycling medals, but the only one expected to actually achieve a medal is Jenny Reed. Hopefully she will avenge the Americans for at least one race.
Yesterdays events were Men's Pursuit, Women's Pursuit, Points Race, and Keirin. I'll describe the new ones to you.
Keirin: Riders race two and half laps sprint after riding for five behind a motorized pacer (derny). Similar to riding behind a pace car in racing. The derny starts at 30km and gradually increases speed to 50 km/hour, before dropping off. (Many of us have a life goal of riding the derny some day.)
Points Race: Riders race 160 laps (men) and 100 laps (women). Every 10 laps a sprint race is held, those finishing in first, second, third and fourth receive 5, 3, 2, 1 points respectively. If a rider laps the crowd 20 points are awarded, if a rider is lapped by the crowd 20 points are taken away. The winner is the person who has the most points.
So women's qualifying once again proved that Great Britain is the team to beat here. The Gold/Silver race is between two British women, so no matter what they will take one-two. By the way, the final racers are determined by their times in the semi-finals. The fastest two riders will race for Gold and Silver, while the other two race for Bronze. The bronze medal racers have no chance of receiving anything other than the Bronze, even if both their times are faster than the riders in the other race. So the British will be taking home at least two more medals today.
The day starts with more Men's Pursuit qualifications. Poor Taylor Phinney rode four seconds slower today, playing him 8th at the end of the day. Not horrible for your first Olympics. All the favorites and expected winners moved on as they were supposed to, there were no big upsets. When the women raced Hammer (USA) started out in front but gradually through out the race fell back and ended up almost 2 seconds behind the winner of her race. It wasn't America's day.
The Keirin heats began immediately after the Pursuit qualifications. It was decided that we make a 5 yuan wager to see who would make the medal podium. None of us did well because one of the favorites, Theo Bos was involved in a crash during the end of one of his runs. We all had him on the podium, essentially we each only had one person up there. Other than the crash things went pretty much according to plan. In each heat there were 6 riders out there and the top two move on. Then there are repechages; the best way I can describe these is that they are ride in races. Four cyclists go out and the top person from each heat works his way back into the race. There is probably more behind it, but that is the way I understood it yesterday. The Keirin went on and off all afternoon, ending with Great Britain sending two people to the medal podium.
I really enjoyed watching the points race. It is a long race, about 40 minutes and the leader changes constantly for the first half and then it starts to level off. The USA rider, Bobby Lea started off strong but then left the race and ended up not finishing. I have no clue what happened to him but he was one of two to not finish. Again we had made our guesses on who would win, NONE of mine were in the top three, however, I did get two of the top five. The medalists were Spain, Germany, and G. Britain. (BARF!) All three were very emotional after the race. In the press conference the Spanish and British men discussed how cycling training really takes a toll on family life, the Spanish man even went as far as saying that after the 19th he would no longer participate in competitive cycling. I really liked the Spanish guy. He didn't speak much, if any, English, but what was translated to us was much deeper than most of the cyclists give you. Even the British guy was pretty insightful.
Yesterday's press conferences were nothing short of a disaster. They were all running late, not to the fault of anyone in charge of the P.C. but because the events were running late. One of them started out casual and turned into the p.c. and then had athletes walking in and out. Even athletes from different events up on the stand at the same time. The Gold medalist from one of the races never showed. Pure Chaos.
An update on Pinky, today she adorned lace and see through white pants. I am starting to think she needs a stylist, and quickly. Pinky however, was nothing compared to her new friend Witchy. Witchy is a Canadian woman that looks like a witch. She is skin and bones, almost to the point where she looks sickly. She has long black hair with grey highlights (she is not at the age where her hair should be LONGER than mine.) The back of her legs are apparently unshaven and she thinks she is the new moderator of the broadcast zone. Amy and I walk up behind Pinky in an attempt to double team the athlete that might be coming down and Witchy butts in saying "Only one of you should scribe." THANK YOU! I didn't knooow you were just promoted to Broadcast Manager. Where did (insert name here because I forgot it) go? Oh speaking of what's his face, he had the most retarded analogy EVER today. The Eurosport guys, my favorite, were gravitating over into two EMPTY slots because well, they were empty. Terd butt comes over and asks them to move because and I quote "This is televised live and the people who have these spots know where their spot is. If they see you in their spot it is kind of like you walking into your hotel room and finding another person in your bed." I kid you not my friends. I swear I am going to write a book about the ridiculous things that happened here and everyone is going to think I made it up because they are so out there. But from now on, watch out for those people who come into your hotel room and try to steal your bed. (HUGE EYE ROLL!!!)
Anyway, we now have Pinky and Witchy to deal with. As either Traci or Andrea or Lauren put it, Witchy is the kid on the playground who just got invited to play by the cool kids and now has to act like them in order to fit in. So true. She was fine yesterday, but apparently she banded together with Pinky in an attempt to destroy all hopes of us FQRs.
At the end of the day, the Brits send five people to the podium, Spain one, New Zealand one, Germany one, and I cannot remember the other person who won. America did nothing at all, the only real disappointment was Sarah Hammer. She should have been in the Bronze medal race tomorrow. We have a few more chances for track cycling medals, but the only one expected to actually achieve a medal is Jenny Reed. Hopefully she will avenge the Americans for at least one race.
pinky part II...
I wish I had had more time yesterday. I was in the blogging groove and now I seem to have lost my rhythm of yesterday's blog.
Once the medal ceremony ended yesterday the athletes traveled through the broadcast mixed zone. Bringing me within reaching distance of the medals, as I previously mentioned. I can't tell you how hard it is to be listening to a Frenchman ramble off some answer in French and all the while not just stick your hand out there for one little touch. There were times where I almost had to physically restrain myself. Anyway, while in the broadcast zone Pinky and her friends all asked similar questions, and most of the athletes give the typical canned, cliche answers. Heck, if I had just won an Olympic medal I would not have the cognitive ability to flesh out something new and profound. I would most definitely default to the boring "I am very happy. I have worked very hard for this." But when you are trying to get something fresh and genuine, while fighting feverishly to defend yourself against Pinky's pointy elbows there is a different mind set. The worst part of this whole thing is that the Germans and French are only speaking in German and French, which means us language challenged people have not written anything down about the Bronze or Silver medals. AWESOME.
We rush downstairs to meet the 10 min deadline. (i.e. we have ten minutes from the time the medal ceremony ends to get in all the flash quotes. It's really not as bad as it seems, especially because nothing EVER seems to be running on time.) Soon after the Press Conference starts so we jump on over there, but not before we have a run in with the local volunteers trying to deny us access. (Friday was consumed by BOCOC and domestic volunteers telling us "no.") Krystyna got on that and all was good in flash quoting world again.
The press conference was no different than the rest of the day, chaotic. Although, I do have to say, it was much better than the test runs. During the test runs they had domestic volunteers doing the translations and we were concerned that would be the "professional translations" they kept speaking of. They did in fact have qualified translators, so that part went quite well. The room was full of British journalists trying to have a one-on-one with the three Brits who had just won the Gold. Nothing we being asked of the Silver and Bronze medalists. Traci had to step in and ask a question to her best friends, the Germans. I felt really bad because when the Brits decided to leave most of the journalists left, some in the middle of a response from the Germans. I realize this happens all the time, but their answers and moment were just as important as the stupid Brits who think they own the cycling world. (I'm not really a fan of the British team or their press agent who anxiously hovers over every interview just waiting for some one to say something that she needs to fix or retract. ANNOYING.)
The Women's and Men's Pursuit qualifications were nothing too riveting. Both USA cyclists, Taylor Phinney and Sarah Hammer qualified, but by no means were they exceptional. Those races became more exciting the second day when there was more competition.
Since nothing was running on time we didn't get out of there until almost 9:30. It had been decided a few days ago we would go out with our managers after work that day to the Holland House. During the Olympics each country sets up it's own house to host the athletes and visitors. Being media we are allowed to go to any of the houses and apparently Holland House is the best one. By the time we ate and met up with Amy it was decently late, it was still a blast. Maybe we'll go back when we have more time. Who knows.
The first day was generally how any first day of an event goes. Things were being changed on the fly, new rules were being made, and nothing seemed to go according to plan. We had significant trouble with BOCOG trying to keep people out of the mixed zone. They "hired" us to do this job and Friday they were trying to prevent us from doing it. They wanted only two people in there to interview anywhere from 3 to 9 athletes. That's not going to work. But, as we have done this entire trip, we rolled with the punches and did what we could. I have to say, if there is one thing I have really learned while in China it's adaptability and flexibility. If I wrote about all the times we had to just go with the flow I would be writing until the next Olympics.
Once the medal ceremony ended yesterday the athletes traveled through the broadcast mixed zone. Bringing me within reaching distance of the medals, as I previously mentioned. I can't tell you how hard it is to be listening to a Frenchman ramble off some answer in French and all the while not just stick your hand out there for one little touch. There were times where I almost had to physically restrain myself. Anyway, while in the broadcast zone Pinky and her friends all asked similar questions, and most of the athletes give the typical canned, cliche answers. Heck, if I had just won an Olympic medal I would not have the cognitive ability to flesh out something new and profound. I would most definitely default to the boring "I am very happy. I have worked very hard for this." But when you are trying to get something fresh and genuine, while fighting feverishly to defend yourself against Pinky's pointy elbows there is a different mind set. The worst part of this whole thing is that the Germans and French are only speaking in German and French, which means us language challenged people have not written anything down about the Bronze or Silver medals. AWESOME.
We rush downstairs to meet the 10 min deadline. (i.e. we have ten minutes from the time the medal ceremony ends to get in all the flash quotes. It's really not as bad as it seems, especially because nothing EVER seems to be running on time.) Soon after the Press Conference starts so we jump on over there, but not before we have a run in with the local volunteers trying to deny us access. (Friday was consumed by BOCOC and domestic volunteers telling us "no.") Krystyna got on that and all was good in flash quoting world again.
The press conference was no different than the rest of the day, chaotic. Although, I do have to say, it was much better than the test runs. During the test runs they had domestic volunteers doing the translations and we were concerned that would be the "professional translations" they kept speaking of. They did in fact have qualified translators, so that part went quite well. The room was full of British journalists trying to have a one-on-one with the three Brits who had just won the Gold. Nothing we being asked of the Silver and Bronze medalists. Traci had to step in and ask a question to her best friends, the Germans. I felt really bad because when the Brits decided to leave most of the journalists left, some in the middle of a response from the Germans. I realize this happens all the time, but their answers and moment were just as important as the stupid Brits who think they own the cycling world. (I'm not really a fan of the British team or their press agent who anxiously hovers over every interview just waiting for some one to say something that she needs to fix or retract. ANNOYING.)
The Women's and Men's Pursuit qualifications were nothing too riveting. Both USA cyclists, Taylor Phinney and Sarah Hammer qualified, but by no means were they exceptional. Those races became more exciting the second day when there was more competition.
Since nothing was running on time we didn't get out of there until almost 9:30. It had been decided a few days ago we would go out with our managers after work that day to the Holland House. During the Olympics each country sets up it's own house to host the athletes and visitors. Being media we are allowed to go to any of the houses and apparently Holland House is the best one. By the time we ate and met up with Amy it was decently late, it was still a blast. Maybe we'll go back when we have more time. Who knows.
The first day was generally how any first day of an event goes. Things were being changed on the fly, new rules were being made, and nothing seemed to go according to plan. We had significant trouble with BOCOG trying to keep people out of the mixed zone. They "hired" us to do this job and Friday they were trying to prevent us from doing it. They wanted only two people in there to interview anywhere from 3 to 9 athletes. That's not going to work. But, as we have done this entire trip, we rolled with the punches and did what we could. I have to say, if there is one thing I have really learned while in China it's adaptability and flexibility. If I wrote about all the times we had to just go with the flow I would be writing until the next Olympics.
Saturday, August 16, 2008
Gold medals within reach...
Olympic News:
- Liukin was spectacular in the Women's All-Around Yesterday, taking Gold. Johnson, who did nothing less than her normal was hurt by her bar routine and took Silver.
- Phelps is 6/6 (and as I am writing this 7/7 with his closest win yet .01 seconds!!) I am starting to get bored of him.
- We surpassed China yesterday in medal count and we are currently a comfortable 7 medals up. We still have a lot of ground to make up in the Gold medal count.
- Right now I am watching Men's speed walking; it is the funniest thing I have ever seen. This is a sad excuse for an Olympic Event.
Let's talk about how I was less than an arm's reach away from three Olympic Gold medals yesterday AND three Olympic Silver medals. All I wanted to do was reach out my little hand for a touch. Just a touch. I wouldn't take it. I would even put hand sanitizer on before touching it! But given the fact that I have to act professional, I begrudgenly restrained myself. I am sure by the end of these two weeks I will be just as used to Gold medals as Phelps. RIIGHT.
I didn't have to be at the Velodrome until 3:00 yesterday because events didn't start until 4:30. I spent the morning doing what I do best. Sitting in my bed watching the Olympics. Because the medal ceremony was so late for the gymnastics I had to rush to get ready because we now have a shuttle!!! While I cherished my long, sweaty rides, playing running of the dragon, and fighting for a seat, I my happy to be done with the subway.
When we got to the Velodrome I got a little camera happy, we all know I am not a camera happy person. I couldn't help myself. Plus it was a rare blue sky day so I had to take advantage. I was the stinky kid yesterday. Not by choice or lack of proper bathing. I pulled the smelly ONS bib out of the pile. It reeked. By the end of the day my shirt smelled enough that people started to think it actually might be me. We hid the bib to ensure that no one else would have to suffer the same shame and humiliation I did.
Shortly after arrival we are assigned our positions, mine being the broadcast zone. I was pretty excited about this placement, until I met Pinky. Amy took the three of us up there to get in the good graces of the broadcasting people. They are even more touchy than the journalists so you really have to butter them up. The EuroSport people were awesome. They warned us most of their interviews would be in German and French but were more than willing to translate if need be. Then there was Pinky. BBC Sports. Amy walks up, introduces herself and Pinky goes, "I know who you people are. I have dealt with you before. Stay out of the shot and if you get in the way I may ask you to move. Don't take it personally." We all take a few steps back at that response. However, Pinky proceeds to stare me down for a few seconds. I guess in an attempt to break me. Then she says, "I may get a little snippy and I have pointy elbows so watch out." At that we completely walk away. Pinky does not belong there for numerous reasons. Let me lay them out for you.
- She is too old to be a women's sportscaster.
- She is NOT cute.
- She is wearing a pink polo with a white and pink skirt, hence the beloved nickname Pinky.
- Her collar was popped. MAJOR NO!
- PLUS she is wearing her accreditation pass around her waste like a huge TOOL!
The main problem with Pinky is that we can't avoid her. The way her camera is setup makes it really difficult to get to the Australian Channel 7, CCTV, French or Germany. All of which are important groups of people that some one needs to be standing by. At one point she even tried to stop us from going through because she didn't want us to possibly move in front of the camera. So the number one rule of broadcasting zone is...don't piss off Pinky.
I get the lucky first stab at being by Pinky. The plan was to move past her before the races start and then freely move beyond that point. Wrong-o. I get over there and I am sandwiched in between her camera and some French guy's camera. I catch Amy's eye and tell her this isn't going to work. She comes over only to get another dose of Pinky. "I am not doing any interviews right now and I can't have people standing here in my line of sight." Uhh ok. What broadcasting school did you go to that you can't learn how to ELIMINATE DISTRACTIONS! Stupid woman. We walk away from her and decide we will deal with Pinky only when it is completely necessary.
Before I can tell you about the events for the day it would probably be beneficial to explain them. Otherwise these are just words that mean absolutely NOTHING. There were only two events yesterday, Men's Team Sprint and Men's & Women's Individual Pursuit.
Men's Team Sprint: This is a team of three cyclists. Each lead for a lap and then break off for the next cyclist to take the lead. Basically the entire race lasts about 45 seconds, and that seems to be a slow time. There are two teams out on the track each starting on opposite sides.
Individual Pursuit: With this event the object is to try and catch the other person. Two people are on the track, again positioned on opposite sides. The race is about 4 min 25 seconds, the length is 4 km for men and 3 km for women. Recording the fastest time or catching the other rider determines the winner.
If you really are looking to understand these I would go to youtube and try to find a video. It is hard to visualize unless you see it. So the only medal event yesterday was Men's Team Sprint. We had a crash on the very first race, boy does that look painful. The US team qualified for semi-finals, but didn't make it to the medal races. FYI eight teams qualify for semi's and then four move on to the two medal races. At that point the teams with the two best times in semi's compete for Gold and Silver and the other two compete for Bronze and the disdained, oh so close, fourth place. The qualifying races for Team Sprint are nothing to really write home about. They weren't OVERLY exciting, but the finals were SO EXCITING! The Bronze medal race was between Germany and Australia. We had a hard time choosing who to root for, but given that we are impartial we didn't really root for anyone. Ha. Traci and I decided we had to go with our blood, Germany. We love our new Aussie friends, but it's blood. Plus I interviewed one of the guys and he is just the nicest person ever!!! RIGHT CHOICE! They won in the last lap. The Aussie's were leading the entire time but in the last lap the German's over took them. They were so excited and crying. I love when athletes cry. I know it sound cheesy but it is so genuine. I have watched these guys practice for the last few weeks. I have talked to them about their expectations and to see them succeed it really gut wrenching. Tangent. The Brits and Frenchmen (the favorites) raced for Gold and Silver. Now that was exciting. The Brits had a World Record time in the qualifying race, surpassing the three time World Champion French team. Honestly, we didn't care who won because the Brits wouldn't talk to us for the last week and the French are the French. I know I'm not a nice person. I have come to terms with that. The Brits pull off a semi-upset, but given that they were predicted to win Silver, it wasn't all that shocking.
After the Brits did a couple victory laps, took their photos, and hugged their families the medal ceremony started. While the athletes were in doping control a color guard of Chinese sorts brings out the flags. I was impressed to see they treat each flag with the same reverence given to theirs. The flags were placed on the bar and held there until it was time to raise them. Then we saw the beautiful Chinese women bring out the flowers and medals. We were particularly proud of them because we have watched them go from water bottle laps in the velodrome to real medals and flowers. Oh so grown up. Anyway, despite the fact that it wasn't the USA there was still a certain excitement being there.
I really want to write more and I have pictures to post, however, I have to leave for work in 45 minutes and I have yet to shower. So when I arrive home tonight I will give you the rest of this blog post, complete with photos, and a rundown on today's Pinky interactions!! Haha. I just realized that I will probably get this done before you even have the opportunity to see the first blog!
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