A Face For Radio

Press pass. Credential. Plastic ID. Weird photo with name and affiliation. Call it what you will, but during Super Bowl week the thing is invaluable. You must at all times have this hot number around your neck if you want to hang out in the media room and eat for the next seven days.

So today, John Moody (my producer, cameraman, partner in Miami) and I went to go pick up our little golden ticket. We took the shuttle (sooo trendy to be riding on a bus down Collins Ave on South Beach. Really I suggest you try it) and arrived at the Miami Beach Convention Center. We made our way inside to get our passes and after the nice gentleman behind the desk told me I looked to young to be here, he handed me my pass and my free Super Bowl notepad. I officially became a member of the Media.

John and I decided to check things out (because we are nosy) and found ourselves at "Radio Row". This is where every radio station known to man calls home during Super Bowl week. The guys you are listening to on your way to work, on your lunch break, or while your wife is sleeping are all huddled in desks scattered around a huge ballroom. This is where the hype happens, the arguments rage and the fun starts. John and I decided to shoot some footage and as we did we began to get noticed for several reasons. A) John is really tall. B) He's carrying a camera around a bunch of guys who wear headsets and speak into microphones. They don't do cameras.
C) I'm the only chick to be seen anywhere.

Seeing as how I really thought we were just going to go and pick up our badge of honor, I didn't really put on make up or try to do my hair. This is South Florida. We don't do 'done up' we do 'beach messy and sunny cool' looks. So when I got asked to do interviews, I thought why not, its only on the radio. So here I am-the one who is there to interview other people-suddenly sitting at random tables with headphones and speaking into a microphone. I did a radio show broadcasting to Hawaii, ESPN and Denver. It was a blast. We talked football, FSU, Gators, Super Bowl predictions, parties and the good ole boys from Denver even had random questions for me to answer. I think I held my own against the boys. I just never imagined picking up a credential would be so fun.

Off to Hard Rock for the official kick off party. More later tonight!!