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V SPECIAL REPORT Monday, August 26,1996 people's faces literally pressed against the windows. One of the Canadians took the big camera from my grasp. "Come on!" they said. Like foot¬ ball, the men had made an opening for me to enter, shoving others rudely aside like unworthy oppo¬ nents in a game. The Canadian shoved the camera into my stom¬ ach on the "give" then pushed in behind me and we all easily made it on the first train. "We'll get you there," he said. My venue was seven stops up. But the train was so full that the driver made only cursory stops at each, passengers disdaining to get off. It managed to get there in ex¬ actly 28 minutes. .My Canadian buddies saw me ofK.waving and saying, "Get good shots of Anne for us!" And I was feeling the beer. But I wasn't there yet. The aquatic center was still a shuttle bus trip away and with no Canadian blockers, I did not think I was go¬ ing to beat the crowd to that one. But I made the right turns and ar¬ rived there ahead of them. Hah! There's the aquatic center. Sweat popped as I stepped out of the air- conditioned bus into the Georgia heat. I was right on time. I mopped my brow. I would still see most of the diving! Wrong. Lines stretched a hun¬ dred feet behind the security check¬ point. The clock ticked as the line moved forward excruciatingly slowly. We could hear the diving. Sploosh. Applause. Sploosh. Ap¬ plause. I impatiently shifted my weight from one foot to the other, 60 lbs. of camera gear digging into my shoulders. At last the front of the line became visible! At least an hour left of diving. Then what I had dreaded all along occurred. "I'm sorry, sir, you caint bring that in here." the secu¬ rity guard drawled, motioning to my camera. I had rehearsed what I would say when this happened, because by all accounts the security people hired for the Games were an inferior grade indeed, hired in numbers rather than quality. So: "Where does it say I can't bring in a camera?" Confrontation. Four of them now surrounded me. "You're going to have to put that away," said one of the new arrivals. "Where does it say I can't bring in a camera?" I repeated. They huddled. "Looks like a broadcast device to me," I overr heard. Finally, they turned to me and told me once again that my equipment wouldn't be allowed in the venue. "It says right on the back of your ticket you cain't bring in broadcast devices-or flash cameras," one of them told me. "Well, this isn't a broadcast cam¬ era and if you aren't allowing flash cameras in, I'd say your work leaves a little bit to be desired!" I told her. Even from here you could see idiots with their tiny flash cam¬ eras going off, thinking they could get a good picture from the seats with them. That didn't do it. "You're a member of the media. You're go¬ ing to have to go down to Accredi¬ tation," she told me. She like the (Above) British 'keeper counts her ribs after a goalmouth encounter with a German player. (Top. center) Nigerian 'keeper makes a heroic horizontal save in route to his country's gold medal. (Left) Francesca Doriano of Italy attempts to make the finial of the 10m platform diving competition. other three wore the outfits of vol- there with the windows rolled up. I unteers, designed in extremely bad ""felt like Apollo 13 when their power taste by Hanes. "I don't have time for that," I told her. "This thing's already half over." "Well, it's too bad," she^old me. "I want to speak with the head of venue security," I told her. Not with these overpaid volunteers. I almost added. They got the cljief. a Mr. Vernon Worthy on the radio and thankfully he immediately cleared me. As I walked away with my small victory I could feel their eight eyes staring at me, certain I had pulled some¬ thing over on them. Oh, by the way, I did get to pho^ tograph half the diving session. t\ got the Canadian and the Americans V and the Chinese who were obvi- \". ously going to win. I was doing my job! went out. OK, I'm going to have to chance it. The parking lot was reasonably secure. There was a security guard wandering about (fully paid, not volunteer). But there was ten grand worth of the Boss' equipment in¬ side my car. Well, I was too tired to worry about that and I fell asleep comfort¬ ably with the windows wide open. And you know what? In the morn¬ ing, when I woke up ('came to' might be^tfie more appropriate phrase), my equipment was still there! Home sweet home. At least what passes for home here in Atlanta: A Pilot truck stop. Inside are all the amenities of a modern, world-class hotel — a lounge with TV, two 24-hour res¬ taurants, a fully-stocked store, showers and clean (!) restrooms. If you didn't mind sharing it all with about 400 smelly truck drivers and uncouth, inbred locals. I had carefully prepared my Pathfinder for this trip, gathering all the experience and knowledge gained in other trips like, this, as¬ signments done^ on the cheap. The rear seats were removed and the wheel wells filled in. making a rea¬ sonably-flat, six foot sleeping area in the back. Further, I had fully sealed off the rear compartment, using opaque black cloth to com¬ pletely encloak the interior. With all the gear, and the refrig¬ erator, and mini TV set, I had fully self-contained, self-propelled, rea¬ sonably comfortable accommoda¬ tions for the Olympics. Except for one thing: It was still 90 degrees and sticky, and it was 10 at night. I was dying in Ten days do\% n and seven to go. have completed my softball as¬ signment and the idea now is to get 7 as many games in possible on the $7001 have left. Hey! A double fea¬ ture in Field Hockey. A bus. and a train take me to the venue, where a battle between Ger¬ many and Great Britain is in progress. The Germans go up 2-0 on the favored Britons, but end up losing 3-2. the last goal coming just - seconds before time. Great shots of British players leaping about in cel¬ ebration, and German players, mathematically eliminated, in need of Prozac. Then came the USA-Australia match. Australia are reigning world champions, and did nothing to dis¬ prove that fact, scoring on their first possession instants after face-off. The Americans fought valiantly, but that one goal would prove enough. Australia won. 4-0. After the game I went to the Wal- Mart on Cobb Parkway. This is the place where all our film is done, and the pictures from softball and div¬ ing are ready, and are satisfactory indeed. I spend the night identify¬ ing the players in the pictures (not an easy job when their uniform numbers are sometimes hidden Please sec ATLANTA page 8.
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Title | 1996_08 The Daily Collegian August 1996 |
Alternative Title | Daily Collegian (California State University, Fresno) |
Publisher | Associated Students of Fresno State, Fresno, Calif. |
Publication Date | 1996 |
Description | Daily (except weedends) during the school year. Microfilm. Palo Alto, Calif.: BMI Library Microfilms, 1986- microfilm reels; 35 mm. Vol.1, no.1 (Feb 8, 1922)- |
Subject | California State University, Fresno -- Periodicals. |
Contributors | Associated Students of Fresno State. |
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Title | August 26, 1996, Page 7 |
Alternative Title | Daily Collegian (California State University, Fresno) |
Publisher | Associated Students of Fresno State, Fresno, Calif. |
Publication Date | 1996 |
Description | Daily (except weedends) during the school year. Microfilm. Palo Alto, Calif.: BMI Library Microfilms, 1986- microfilm reels; 35 mm. Vol.1, no.1 (Feb 8, 1922)- |
Subject | California State University, Fresno -- Periodicals. |
Contributors | Associated Students of Fresno State. |
Coverage | Vol.1 no.1 (Feb 8, 1922)- to present |
Format | Microfilm reels, 35 mm. |
Technical Information | Scanned at 600 dpi; TIFF; Microfilm ScanPro 2000 "E-image data" |
Language | eng |
Full-Text-Search | V SPECIAL REPORT Monday, August 26,1996 people's faces literally pressed against the windows. One of the Canadians took the big camera from my grasp. "Come on!" they said. Like foot¬ ball, the men had made an opening for me to enter, shoving others rudely aside like unworthy oppo¬ nents in a game. The Canadian shoved the camera into my stom¬ ach on the "give" then pushed in behind me and we all easily made it on the first train. "We'll get you there," he said. My venue was seven stops up. But the train was so full that the driver made only cursory stops at each, passengers disdaining to get off. It managed to get there in ex¬ actly 28 minutes. .My Canadian buddies saw me ofK.waving and saying, "Get good shots of Anne for us!" And I was feeling the beer. But I wasn't there yet. The aquatic center was still a shuttle bus trip away and with no Canadian blockers, I did not think I was go¬ ing to beat the crowd to that one. But I made the right turns and ar¬ rived there ahead of them. Hah! There's the aquatic center. Sweat popped as I stepped out of the air- conditioned bus into the Georgia heat. I was right on time. I mopped my brow. I would still see most of the diving! Wrong. Lines stretched a hun¬ dred feet behind the security check¬ point. The clock ticked as the line moved forward excruciatingly slowly. We could hear the diving. Sploosh. Applause. Sploosh. Ap¬ plause. I impatiently shifted my weight from one foot to the other, 60 lbs. of camera gear digging into my shoulders. At last the front of the line became visible! At least an hour left of diving. Then what I had dreaded all along occurred. "I'm sorry, sir, you caint bring that in here." the secu¬ rity guard drawled, motioning to my camera. I had rehearsed what I would say when this happened, because by all accounts the security people hired for the Games were an inferior grade indeed, hired in numbers rather than quality. So: "Where does it say I can't bring in a camera?" Confrontation. Four of them now surrounded me. "You're going to have to put that away," said one of the new arrivals. "Where does it say I can't bring in a camera?" I repeated. They huddled. "Looks like a broadcast device to me," I overr heard. Finally, they turned to me and told me once again that my equipment wouldn't be allowed in the venue. "It says right on the back of your ticket you cain't bring in broadcast devices-or flash cameras," one of them told me. "Well, this isn't a broadcast cam¬ era and if you aren't allowing flash cameras in, I'd say your work leaves a little bit to be desired!" I told her. Even from here you could see idiots with their tiny flash cam¬ eras going off, thinking they could get a good picture from the seats with them. That didn't do it. "You're a member of the media. You're go¬ ing to have to go down to Accredi¬ tation," she told me. She like the (Above) British 'keeper counts her ribs after a goalmouth encounter with a German player. (Top. center) Nigerian 'keeper makes a heroic horizontal save in route to his country's gold medal. (Left) Francesca Doriano of Italy attempts to make the finial of the 10m platform diving competition. other three wore the outfits of vol- there with the windows rolled up. I unteers, designed in extremely bad ""felt like Apollo 13 when their power taste by Hanes. "I don't have time for that," I told her. "This thing's already half over." "Well, it's too bad," she^old me. "I want to speak with the head of venue security," I told her. Not with these overpaid volunteers. I almost added. They got the cljief. a Mr. Vernon Worthy on the radio and thankfully he immediately cleared me. As I walked away with my small victory I could feel their eight eyes staring at me, certain I had pulled some¬ thing over on them. Oh, by the way, I did get to pho^ tograph half the diving session. t\ got the Canadian and the Americans V and the Chinese who were obvi- \". ously going to win. I was doing my job! went out. OK, I'm going to have to chance it. The parking lot was reasonably secure. There was a security guard wandering about (fully paid, not volunteer). But there was ten grand worth of the Boss' equipment in¬ side my car. Well, I was too tired to worry about that and I fell asleep comfort¬ ably with the windows wide open. And you know what? In the morn¬ ing, when I woke up ('came to' might be^tfie more appropriate phrase), my equipment was still there! Home sweet home. At least what passes for home here in Atlanta: A Pilot truck stop. Inside are all the amenities of a modern, world-class hotel — a lounge with TV, two 24-hour res¬ taurants, a fully-stocked store, showers and clean (!) restrooms. If you didn't mind sharing it all with about 400 smelly truck drivers and uncouth, inbred locals. I had carefully prepared my Pathfinder for this trip, gathering all the experience and knowledge gained in other trips like, this, as¬ signments done^ on the cheap. The rear seats were removed and the wheel wells filled in. making a rea¬ sonably-flat, six foot sleeping area in the back. Further, I had fully sealed off the rear compartment, using opaque black cloth to com¬ pletely encloak the interior. With all the gear, and the refrig¬ erator, and mini TV set, I had fully self-contained, self-propelled, rea¬ sonably comfortable accommoda¬ tions for the Olympics. Except for one thing: It was still 90 degrees and sticky, and it was 10 at night. I was dying in Ten days do\% n and seven to go. have completed my softball as¬ signment and the idea now is to get 7 as many games in possible on the $7001 have left. Hey! A double fea¬ ture in Field Hockey. A bus. and a train take me to the venue, where a battle between Ger¬ many and Great Britain is in progress. The Germans go up 2-0 on the favored Britons, but end up losing 3-2. the last goal coming just - seconds before time. Great shots of British players leaping about in cel¬ ebration, and German players, mathematically eliminated, in need of Prozac. Then came the USA-Australia match. Australia are reigning world champions, and did nothing to dis¬ prove that fact, scoring on their first possession instants after face-off. The Americans fought valiantly, but that one goal would prove enough. Australia won. 4-0. After the game I went to the Wal- Mart on Cobb Parkway. This is the place where all our film is done, and the pictures from softball and div¬ ing are ready, and are satisfactory indeed. I spend the night identify¬ ing the players in the pictures (not an easy job when their uniform numbers are sometimes hidden Please sec ATLANTA page 8. |