I Got Biffed
I've spent most of my time at this U.S. Olympic media summit wandering around, hoping to find Olympic athletes away from their official round tables, in order to get them to say mildly funny things on video. Like, yesterday I found Misty May-Treanor, the undisputed world
champion of professional women's beach volleyball, who attempted to demonstrate the sport of rhythmic gymnastics for me using a water bottle. That was fun.
Anyhow, I'm heading down this escalator yesterday, and there's a huge video operation at the bottom, with the camera trained directly on me. I'm turning around, trying to figure out what's happening, and it turned out that the camera was actually focused on Biff Henderson, the Late Show correspondent, who was there taping what I assume would be similar-but-a-hell-of-a-lot-more-amusing bits featuring Olympic athletes, for example, lifting large planters.
One production person woman immediately approached me and said I might be on television; another soon followed, thrusting a clipboard and pen in my face and telling me to sign a release. Definitely telling and not asking. Feebly, I asked whether I might score an interview with Biff in exchange for my signature. The production people women wouldn't promise me anything, but Biff reluctantly agreed to talk to me for about 60 seconds, after first insulting my video equipment and assuring me that I didn't really need video of him and he didn't really want to talk to me. Here's the result. (And I should note that I later talked to him away from the bustle, and he was quite charming. His daughter lives in Columbia. Who knew?)
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