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Come One, Come All - - And We Mean All
Here's what you really want to get into Super Bowl Media Day:

A media qualification. A shirt. A football to signature. An as of late delivered film. A hand manikin. A consent slip from your mom. A semi-hit CD. 안전놀이터

Or on the other hand assuming that you have the shirt, the football, the film, the hand manikin, the consent slip and the CD, you can most likely get by without the accreditation.

As a correspondent, I once held several hours in the snow for Tonya Harding to show up in Lillehammer, Norway, and wave to the cameras. During the major-association visit through Japan, I had Barry Bonds' p.R. Individual let me know that to talk with him about winning the MVP grant, I expected to put a significant distance call back to New York so I could tune in on a telephone call to the United States, which Bonds was doing from my very lodging in Fukuoka.

Both were disparaging minutes, yet my picked calling never stoops so exceptionally low as when it comes time to cover Super Bowl Media Day, the yearly day when in excess of 1,000 columnists are grouped into the arena so we can group and yell inquiries at the players.

It's never a lovely day for news-casting.

There was a correspondent with a Mexican TV station wearing a total football uniform - - shirt, jeans, socks and shoes. The main thing he was missing was eye dark, however he likely holds that for game day. I continued to anticipate that someone from the NFL should either renounce his media qualification or fine him for not wearing his socks inside a half-inch of his knee.

I don't know why he was dressed along these lines, but rather I trust it's not on the grounds that it's his typical everyday practice to dress precisely like the competitors he's covering that day. Provided that this is true, I simply trust he never covers ladies' figure skating at the Olympics. Or then again more terrible, men's figure skating.

The person was in good company, all things considered. While no other person wore a total uniform, there were nearly however many journalists as there were players wearing shirts.

Obviously, I'm utilizing the expression "columnists" freely. Among the columnists were artist/entertainer Mandy Moore and jokester Anthony Anderson ("Barbershop" and "Kangaroo Jack"), who addressed an irritating pattern of giving press passes to B-and C-List big names and sending them in for a wild and insane interpretation of the game. I don't get the point. This is what might be compared to the Raiders sending reinforcement quarterback Marques Tuiasasopo to the Academy Awards and having him hassle Meryl Streep with inquiries while she strolls up honorary pathway.

Meryl! Meryl! Cherished you in "The Hours!'' If you could be any tree, what kind could it be?
Jay Leno's kin sent over somebody with gag questions. Tech TV sent two ladies to ask players what tech toys they use. ABC and Nickelodeon had a child talking with players. So did "The Weekly Reader." Several people who played no clear part continued to posture for photographs with the players and giving them footballs to sign.

There was a correspondent who twisted his hand into a clench hand, stuck two plastic eyes between his knuckles, squirmed his thumb and talked in an unusual voice as though his hand was leading the meeting. I'm dead serious. He additionally had the hand wear a little football head protector.

However, he wasn't the most irritating individual. That qualification goes to our companions at "The Best Damn Sports Show" who sent some animal to boisterously play out a Don King schtick, intruding on individuals who were really working so he could convey his "entertaining" everyday practice and incite a reaction. Indeed, even the players couldn't stand him, making an honest effort to overlook him. Which was difficult. The person continued to shout at Warren Sapp until the enormous man at long last called for security, inquired, "Who let him in?" and whined, "That is the reason it's NOT the BEST damn games show."

There were a great deal of inquiries and discussion concerning who will dominate the match, however the unmistakable edge in bling-bling goes to the Bucs. Tampa Bay cornerback Dwight Smith wore four-carat jewel studs on every ear. That is eight carats all out. They were so huge it seemed as though he was wearing ear muffs. "They cost $60,000," Smith said. "I have the greatest rocks in the group, however I don't have the greatest bankbook."

All things considered, the main piece of gems the players are truly keen on is a Super Bowl title ring. It's what they've been really going after since the time they originally got a football.

Think about Oakland lineman Lincoln Kennedy. He experienced childhood in San Diego and played baritone in the band until he was in the 10th grade, and the football trainer advised him to emerge for the group.

"I was exceptionally ungainly, and I hadn't done any games up to that point," he said. "I did all my filling in secondary school - - I grew eight crawls in secondary school - - and there were a ton of developing torments. I was abnormal."

He played his last secondary school game here at Jack Murphy Stadium, featured at the University of Washington where he drove the Huskies to a portion of their main public title and was Atlanta's first-round pick in 1993. After three years, the Falcons abandoned Kennedy and exchanged him to Oakland where he has been from that point forward.

"Just to be given another opportunity was the greatest thing in my vocation," he said. "For Al Davis and the group to offer me one more opportunity, that was large. I went to Oakland and I turned my profession around. I had a great deal of individual things in strife then, at that point, however that is the point at which I got hitched, and my better half quieted my life down. And afterward I had the option to focus better on football and have the option to have a genuine will for the game."
Furthermore now, here he is. Nine seasons into his NFL vocation, he'll play his first Super Bowl in a similar arena where he completed his secondary school profession.

"It's a colossal honor," he said. "I never figured I could at any point play in a Super Bowl, not to mention play in one in my old neighborhood. I can't perceive you how energized I am. I simply need some an ideal opportunity to appreciate it."

There are numerous ways of getting into the Super Bowl Media Day. You can wear a media accreditation or a pullover. You can act in a film or delivery a CD. You can pose inquiries with a hand-manikin.

A media qualification. A shirt. A football to signature. An as of late delivered film. A hand manikin. A consent slip from your mom. A semi-hit CD.

Or on the other hand assuming that you have the shirt, the football, the film, the hand manikin, the consent slip and the CD, you can most likely get by without the accreditation.

As a correspondent, I once held several hours in the snow for Tonya Harding to show up in Lillehammer, Norway, and wave to the cameras. During the major-association visit through Japan, I had Barry Bonds' p.R. Individual let me know that to talk with him about winning the MVP grant, I expected to put a significant distance call back to New York so I could tune in on a telephone call to the United States, which Bonds was doing from my very lodging in Fukuoka.

Both were disparaging minutes, yet my picked calling never stoops so exceptionally low as when it comes time to cover Super Bowl Media Day, the yearly day when in excess of 1,000 columnists are grouped into the arena so we can group and yell inquiries at the players.

It's never a lovely day for news-casting.

There was a correspondent with a Mexican TV station wearing a total football uniform - - shirt, jeans, socks and shoes. The main thing he was missing was eye dark, however he likely holds that for game day. I continued to anticipate that someone from the NFL should either renounce his media qualification or fine him for not wearing his socks inside a half-inch of his knee.

I don't know why he was dressed along these lines, but rather I trust it's not on the grounds that it's his typical everyday practice to dress precisely like the competitors he's covering that day. Provided that this is true, I simply trust he never covers ladies' figure skating at the Olympics. Or then again more terrible, men's figure skating.

The person was in good company, all things considered. While no other person wore a total uniform, there were nearly however many journalists as there were players wearing shirts.

Obviously, I'm utilizing the expression "columnists" freely. Among the columnists were artist/entertainer Mandy Moore and jokester Anthony Anderson ("Barbershop" and "Kangaroo Jack"), who addressed an irritating pattern of giving press passes to B-and C-List big names and sending them in for a wild and insane interpretation of the game. I don't get the point. This is what might be compared to the Raiders sending reinforcement quarterback Marques Tuiasasopo to the Academy Awards and having him hassle Meryl Streep with inquiries while she strolls up honorary pathway.

Meryl! Meryl! Cherished you in "The Hours!'' If you could be any tree, what kind could it be?
Jay Leno's kin sent over somebody with gag questions. Tech TV sent two ladies to ask players what tech toys they use. ABC and Nickelodeon had a child talking with players. So did "The Weekly Reader." Several people who played no clear part continued to posture for photographs with the players and giving them footballs to sign.

There was a correspondent who twisted his hand into a clench hand, stuck two plastic eyes between his knuckles, squirmed his thumb and talked in an unusual voice as though his hand was leading the meeting. I'm dead serious. He additionally had the hand wear a little football head protector.

However, he wasn't the most irritating individual. That qualification goes to our companions at "The Best Damn Sports Show" who sent some animal to boisterously play out a Don King schtick, intruding on individuals who were really working so he could convey his "entertaining" everyday practice and incite a reaction. Indeed, even the players couldn't stand him, making an honest effort to overlook him. Which was difficult. The person continued to shout at Warren Sapp until the enormous man at long last called for security, inquired, "Who let him in?" and whined, "That is the reason it's NOT the BEST damn games show."

There were a great deal of inquiries and discussion concerning who will dominate the match, however the unmistakable edge in bling-bling goes to the Bucs. Tampa Bay cornerback Dwight Smith wore four-carat jewel studs on every ear. That is eight carats all out. They were so huge it seemed as though he was wearing ear muffs. "They cost $60,000," Smith said. "I have the greatest rocks in the group, however I don't have the greatest bankbook."

All things considered, the main piece of gems the players are truly keen on is a Super Bowl title ring. It's what they've been really going after since the time they originally got a football.

Think about Oakland lineman Lincoln Kennedy. He experienced childhood in San Diego and played baritone in the band until he was in the 10th grade, and the football trainer advised him to emerge for the group.

"I was exceptionally ungainly, and I hadn't done any games up to that point," he said. "I did all my filling in secondary school - - I grew eight crawls in secondary school - - and there were a ton of developing torments. I was abnormal."

He played his last secondary school game here at Jack Murphy Stadium, featured at the University of Washington where he drove the Huskies to a portion of their main public title and was Atlanta's first-round pick in 1993. After three years, the Falcons abandoned Kennedy and exchanged him to Oakland where he has been from that point forward.

"Just to be given another opportunity was the greatest thing in my vocation," he said. "For Al Davis and the group to offer me one more opportunity, that was large. I went to Oakland and I turned my profession around. I had a great deal of individual things in strife then, at that point, however that is the point at which I got hitched, and my better half quieted my life down. And afterward I had the option to focus better on football and have the option to have a genuine will for the game."
Furthermore now, here he is. Nine seasons into his NFL vocation, he'll play his first Super Bowl in a similar arena where he completed his secondary school profession.

"It's a colossal honor," he said. "I never figured I could at any point play in a Super Bowl, not to mention play in one in my old neighborhood. I can't perceive you how energized I am. I simply need some an ideal opportunity to appreciate it."

There are numerous ways of getting into the Super Bowl Media Day. You can wear a media accreditation or a pullover. You can act in a film or delivery a CD. You can pose inquiries with a hand-manikin.