wadejackson1
27 Jun 2006, 05:07 AM
I figured since the USA was in the same Group E as was Italy, I should get into the Italy v Australia match. But, alas... another Wait Listing.
T'was a good match decided in the last minute by a bad call from the ref... The Italians in the photo workroom were laughing because they said back home that PK would NEVER be called in their domestic league.
I've been through the Wait List process before. I'm trying to learn the system as I go along. The key guy in charge here also remembers my face (my hat really... it seems to be my schtick). Anyways, after they go through the process of giving out the photo match tickets to the three priority groups... then they wait until 90 minutes before kickoff to distribute the unclaimed match tickets to the Wait List group.
So, while the big guy was in his office deciding who would receive the limited number of remaining tickets, I walked up to one of the two young female volunteers that help him document who gets which ticket, and I said to her, "This has nothing to do with tickets. I just wanted to tell you that I really like your glasses." (they really were cool... an orange aluminum rim)
I figured it wouldn't hurt to have another person on my side.
When the big dog came back out and started distributing the remaining tickets, at one point the orange glasses girl kinda stopped him and pointed to me (with my hat on), and said, "Aren't you from Australia?" (if I had been, I would have instantly received a match ticket) I was honest and stated that I was from the USA. He asked who I was, and I stated we (the USA) were in the same group as Italy. He then asked for my name. I told him my name and that I was from Yellow Card Journalism (I know he remembers my YCJ connection, because he has commented on it twice before). He said, "OK. Wait a bit."
He got down to the last field ticket and called my name. Instead of the field, I asked for the last ticket in the Media Tribune, which made the remaining photographers a bit happy, because it allowed at least one of them to get a spot on the field. I know there were at least two other American photogs in the crowd that did not get a match ticket today.
Needless to say, I'm feeling pretty good about my coupe.
Dortmond tomorrow for the Brazil v Ghana match. I'm Wait Listed for that one also, but I don't hold out much hope of getting into that match (nobody will be on hand to recognize me there). But, ya gotta try.
T'was a good match decided in the last minute by a bad call from the ref... The Italians in the photo workroom were laughing because they said back home that PK would NEVER be called in their domestic league.
I've been through the Wait List process before. I'm trying to learn the system as I go along. The key guy in charge here also remembers my face (my hat really... it seems to be my schtick). Anyways, after they go through the process of giving out the photo match tickets to the three priority groups... then they wait until 90 minutes before kickoff to distribute the unclaimed match tickets to the Wait List group.
So, while the big guy was in his office deciding who would receive the limited number of remaining tickets, I walked up to one of the two young female volunteers that help him document who gets which ticket, and I said to her, "This has nothing to do with tickets. I just wanted to tell you that I really like your glasses." (they really were cool... an orange aluminum rim)
I figured it wouldn't hurt to have another person on my side.
When the big dog came back out and started distributing the remaining tickets, at one point the orange glasses girl kinda stopped him and pointed to me (with my hat on), and said, "Aren't you from Australia?" (if I had been, I would have instantly received a match ticket) I was honest and stated that I was from the USA. He asked who I was, and I stated we (the USA) were in the same group as Italy. He then asked for my name. I told him my name and that I was from Yellow Card Journalism (I know he remembers my YCJ connection, because he has commented on it twice before). He said, "OK. Wait a bit."
He got down to the last field ticket and called my name. Instead of the field, I asked for the last ticket in the Media Tribune, which made the remaining photographers a bit happy, because it allowed at least one of them to get a spot on the field. I know there were at least two other American photogs in the crowd that did not get a match ticket today.
Needless to say, I'm feeling pretty good about my coupe.
Dortmond tomorrow for the Brazil v Ghana match. I'm Wait Listed for that one also, but I don't hold out much hope of getting into that match (nobody will be on hand to recognize me there). But, ya gotta try.