I guess everyone had a pass to act a bit different last night. Maybe it was a full moon?
I am thankful that I get a chance to get out and see a bit more around the place live, I thought about what I wrote yesterday, and I will figure out some way to get in touch with the nerds, geeks & dorks in Zurich. As mentioned, there is some interesting work being done here, but until someone helps me take the veil off or point me in the right direction, I am about as useful as a German translator.
The reason for the football games of teams and a league I have never heard of is that the European track and field event is being held in Zurich, so a few thousand fans from one of their teams and a few hundred from Belgium came to watch a game.
It was sad to see a relatively local team have such poor turnout. But then again, when my ex wife and I left Feld entertainment so she could get back into basketball with the Charlotte hornets, the reality is I could not get anyone to go see a game with me. i felt in some cases that i had leprosy when i mentioned my ex worked for the team. soon i stopped mentioning it as i just got tired of hearing everyone bash the team. The strange world of George shin unraveled just in time for us to enjoy the scourge of the town with bandwagon fans.
I digress. The other guys I work with do this because they are passionate fans of football. I guess you could say the same hold true in the United States with people working stadiums. My one counterpart works for electronic arts in Swiss. He said, “ I just love games, and I love sport. So I come here to enjoy my love of football.”
My response was, “I come here as I oddly feel more at home inside an arena or stadium than a normal house. Add to that, I have no understanding of football or how it is played, so I get to look at everything from an observers with little understandings eyes.”
What did I understand last night? Well? I can kick myself as I allowed media into places they were not allowed. It was simply confusing to me. There is one badge you are allowed to get into the area. Usually there is hangers on or people that don’t really belong there from one or all of the teams. The case was some people with one of the teams last night mysteriously had all access badges and then showed up with a video camera 3 minutes before the game ended. I tried to be polite, but what unfolded in front of me was much like what I discussed with the riot post where media and the police in Missouri clashed for access.
So here is a young kid, all excited to do his first video shoot. I get it, he wants to do a good job, but I have never seen anyone set up a tripod for an interview. He was granted permission (because he was with the one team) to set up, not shoot until 5 minutes after the game. I guess all the press thought they could waltz in, as it was me throwing them all out and saying “sorry, you have to wait till I open the door.”
While the media was actually polite and civil, I am sure I have a few new nicknames from some of them that got booted. it is sort of like going through TSA at the airport anymore. i don't know why they get mad if you just stripped naked and went through the lines. it never ceases to amaze me how people wait right til they get to the line before doing anything to prepare to go through the line so we can all get through the most distasteful part of the flight where everyone is "guilty until proven innocent." (unless you have diplomatic immunity..nice perk!)
that is ironic, they want to see everything, but if you strip naked and show you are not hiding anything, that is a "no-no."
another digress...hold on tight to follow this post!
So everyone gets let in and this is what pisses me off. i watch it with the American Media. The license holder of TV rights, or the person performing has their media crew that gets full access, yet, the actual media from the rest of the world is penned into a corner to beg for access. If someone is shooting a film, documentary, or propaganda/advertising, i get the access. but if it if news, it should be open access to all.
Last night I watched one part of the media with the TV access poach news. The reality is that if you or i were placed in a similar position, we would have poached as well. we have an edge, lets exploit it!
So there I was watching one corner of the room being poached by the TV crew. In the middle of the room was a bunch of people from various press affiliates or papers just standing there. In between were the various coaches and execs. It was almost like god opened up the clouds and said, “you do see how the world is going to become and more a two class system? imagine when robots replace humans?"
I guess I grew up a bit, I don’t think that is very fair. while i know the world is not fair, it doesn't mean when you see it, it doesn't affect your conscience.
When i am dismissed for the evening, I just go through some gates and voila…down the stairs to the bus to the train.
Last night, despite a tiny amount of fans there were fenced barriers all around, i kept walking to find an open gate and then simply asked a policewoman, and “can I just go under the fence or do i have to walk around the entire building?"
She did what I did, I had a full access badge, and she let me go through. And then…
I found myself walking in between lines of riot police, actual police, then more reinforcement riot police stationed all over. My mind could only assume the cost of the security was more than the gate revenue for the match. So I took a picture as I walked. Truth is I don’t’ really know the story, only that the riot police really had some cool looking uniforms.
Thankfully I also know unless someone is paying me a lot of money for a story, you leave the area and let the police and the people who might have had a wee bit much to drink have a love in together.
So I kept walking.
The riot trucks (imagine gate sized cow catchers attached to trucks that would be perfect to push a whole bunch of people if needed) zipped by. Then the reinforcement riot police from the other corner ran across the street.
Either this game was being used as a training session for the riot squad, or it was the military moonlighting as right squads because they were so disciplined in how they moved.
Then I realized it was not a regular game for the local team when I realized there was not a line of buses to zip me to the train station.
I sat on the bench, waited a while for the last bus, to get the last train, to walk home and ponder the lab design in Colorado with the spiffy paintable walls and desks. (I think I know just how different this room will look now, and how it will function best)
I thought about how I was played a few times by the media. I thought about how the media is just as guilty of a double standard as everyone else. I thought about how i could have done better to make the night flow seamlessly. I thought about how a research lab is so very different than “normal” life.
That was yesterday. Today is another day. While the morning brainstorm was not great, it was enough…it was pretty darn good.