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PhilaYank36
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I was just talking about this little tale with the gf when I got to wondering what it was like for everyone else when they interviewed their first big-time athlete?
For me, it happened back on Aug. 14, 2003. I had just become the sports editor for my college rag in my senior year when I came up with the idea to do a series on sports rivalries. Since I went to a Philly-area school, I decided to devote a part to the Eagles-Giants rivalry and while I sent another writer to take care of the Eagles (which he neglected to do asshole), I went up to Albany, NY to talk with the Giants. Only one tiny little thing complicated matters:
I just had my first shoulder surgery two days prior.
So, I take a 6:30am train to Penn Station, then switch to Amtrak and head north to Albany. I finally get to UAlbany & arrive at the media hub, and I feel like a giant, doped-up jackass (thank you, oxycodon). Two guys were busting the chops of one of the female reporters, which she unflinchingly returned fire. The players start filing in and the first guy I'm able to pull aside is Strahan. I was expecting a gruff conversation with him, but it was surprisingly light, free-flowing and enjoyable. I even had him at a loss for words with one question, too. Tiki was very enjoyable, even showed me his new Masseratti (sp?). I had a great time deal with both the players and the staff.
Anyway, 4:00 rolls around and I'm back in the hub getting ready to head home when all of a sudden, the freakin' power cuts out. Ladies and gentleman, the day I chose to come up to Giants training camp was also the same day as the 2003 Northeast Blackout! Freaking great! After a few hours and a long, un-nerving bus ride, I get back to the train station, where the power had thankfully been restored. Unfortunately, the rest of NY & NJ could not say the same thing, so I spent the night, not even a week out of major shoulder surgery, in the Albany train station. During that time, a train pulls in from Montreal and couldn't procede any further. One of the passengers was this attractive Frenchie who only had a vague idea of what clothing was and not once, not twice, but three times asked me if I had any weed on me in the span of 15 minutes.
Thank goodness for oxycodon. And there was more than one reason to be thankful! ;D
For me, it happened back on Aug. 14, 2003. I had just become the sports editor for my college rag in my senior year when I came up with the idea to do a series on sports rivalries. Since I went to a Philly-area school, I decided to devote a part to the Eagles-Giants rivalry and while I sent another writer to take care of the Eagles (which he neglected to do asshole), I went up to Albany, NY to talk with the Giants. Only one tiny little thing complicated matters:
I just had my first shoulder surgery two days prior.
So, I take a 6:30am train to Penn Station, then switch to Amtrak and head north to Albany. I finally get to UAlbany & arrive at the media hub, and I feel like a giant, doped-up jackass (thank you, oxycodon). Two guys were busting the chops of one of the female reporters, which she unflinchingly returned fire. The players start filing in and the first guy I'm able to pull aside is Strahan. I was expecting a gruff conversation with him, but it was surprisingly light, free-flowing and enjoyable. I even had him at a loss for words with one question, too. Tiki was very enjoyable, even showed me his new Masseratti (sp?). I had a great time deal with both the players and the staff.
Anyway, 4:00 rolls around and I'm back in the hub getting ready to head home when all of a sudden, the freakin' power cuts out. Ladies and gentleman, the day I chose to come up to Giants training camp was also the same day as the 2003 Northeast Blackout! Freaking great! After a few hours and a long, un-nerving bus ride, I get back to the train station, where the power had thankfully been restored. Unfortunately, the rest of NY & NJ could not say the same thing, so I spent the night, not even a week out of major shoulder surgery, in the Albany train station. During that time, a train pulls in from Montreal and couldn't procede any further. One of the passengers was this attractive Frenchie who only had a vague idea of what clothing was and not once, not twice, but three times asked me if I had any weed on me in the span of 15 minutes.
Thank goodness for oxycodon. And there was more than one reason to be thankful! ;D