Tonight at a major college game in the Southeast, I had the misfortune of sitting next to this particular young woman. Now, at first, I had no idea who she was or where she worked. She was simply in the main press seating area next to me, a traveling writer who was parachuting into town to get an interview with a coach.
Anyway, this girl, as the game goes on, is tapping her legs nervously as the underdog team makes it a game. This got worse and worse. As we get deeper into the second half, I see her coyly clapping her hands to the beat of the home-team band. As if no one would notice. I glance at her, she stops, but continues the next time the band played.
Ok, I figure, she must be a student reporter. I'll cut her some slack. Then it got worse. As said home team is about to pull a major upset, she starts yelling, turns to me smiling for some reason like she can't contain herself.
My intrigue at all all-time high, so I finally peak at her placard on the table. This girl is actually a working press member. Unbelievable.
As the final seconds wind down, she's shaking as she gets her stuff together. She then turned to me and says as plainly as you'd imagine, "Can you believe this?"
I smile back. "No," I said. "No, I cannot believe it."
Later on downstairs I saw this twit "working." She was standing in front of the home locker waiting for players with camera man following. And she was holding a mike labeled with the letters of a major local affiliate.
Does this qualify?
