The Chicago White Sox Locker Room, a unique spot for work to be conducted...

Granted most work environments are large spaces filled with desks, computers, TV's, printers, and a fax machine or two. Few "offices" are actual locker rooms... yet the very fine line between a typical locker room and a professional office was crossed on Tuesday. Of course which side of the line the offense falls on depends on who you talk to.

Gist of the deal is someone (no one person has been to blame) placed two inflatable female dolls, propped by bats (you can guess where the bats were placed), inside the locker room. The new "mascots" had signs hanging around their neck that read: "You've Got To Push" and "Let's Go White Sox". It was a petty and cheap display of team spirit with the laughable hope that a few dolls could bring the team out of a losing slump. Hey, we all have our ways of finding motivation. Turns out the cheerleaders dolls didn't work, they still lost. 

Now here's the thing... was the act tasteless? Yeah, pretty much. Offensive? I could see how someone would be. I did not walk into the locker room, so as a woman I can't say 100% that I would or would not be offended by it. Did it completely lack in good judgment? Absolutely. But in the scheme of things, was there any harm meant in it? No way. A bad joke is a bad joke. Beyond someone looking for a cheap pick me up, I don't think there was any bigger meaning beyond it.

I'm not defending the team. This is no Matt Leinart invasion. Displaying it in the locker room where media has access made it fair game to become a big story. On top of that, when the manager has been known for poor taste in past decisions, it's hard to make excuses. 

The real question is should the behavior in the locker room have to change? Is what's acceptable behind closed doors between teammates still ok when visitors aka journalists have access inside those closed doors? Does the set environment have to fit the people who are present? Or should the media recognize that they are only guests in someone else's office and the purpose of their stay is to gather information for the story? The story being the game at hand.

I'd like to think that sometimes our sensitivity gets in the way of humor. Then again, humor can be harsh and repulsive.

In this case, it makes one think. Who knew a blow-up doll could make you do that.

AST China Invitational - the first ever - is complete.

Saturday kicked off with an opening ceremony that was almost presidential. Before I describe that I'll go back to a conversation I had last night. I was soaking in the oil pool (that's what you do before you go and sit in the 'fish pool', a pool filled with Turkish fish that nibble at you!) I was speaking with a man who has been working with us all week. He asked what I thought about the opening ceremony and I responded with compliments on how it all  went. "It's not similar to what you do in America?" he asked. At that moment it sunk in how different the two countries kick off a sporting event. Take baseball for example. We grab beer and hot dogs, have a famous person throw out the first pitch, a singer takes a crack at the National Anthem, a fat guy yells "Play ball!" and that pretty much does the trick. Here? Well let's just say it was a tad more formal.

College Baseball has a sweet match up this weekend. It's been a while since these two schools have stood atop the football rankings, but in baseball they're dominating.

Florida State University (2) vs. University of Miami (1)

Gotta love a 1 vs 2 and it's even better when an in-state rivalry is involved. Games are Friday and Saturday at 7 pm and Sunday at 1 pm.

We moved.

Bye Beijing, hello Daxing!

This morning the boys sadly put away their fanny packs, slid out of "tourist mode" and jumped onto the bus. The time had come for the athletes to do what they came here for: compete.

The buses drove us an hour and a half outside of Beijing to an area known as Daxing. The competition is to take place in an outdoor stadium that was actually built for bull riding competitions. I was told that back in November it was still under construction. However, we arrived to a beautiful and finished stadium (the business offices smell like fresh paint). Too bad our bus wasn't in as mint of a condition as the stadium. Somehow, someway, somewhere along the drive our bus busted the front tire. Nice.

As for the new competition digs? Well, it was compliments all around from the athletes. The build is very similar to how a tennis stadium is designed: four sides of raised seating looking down onto the court/area. Now its practice, practice, practice...

Our new hotel, ahem excuse me, our new resort isn't too shabby. There are hot springs inside and massages available downstairs. I didn't hesitate taking advantage of that massage service, consider it done and done.

One thing I haven't mentioned: there are these white almost dust bunny like things floating through the air. If you didn't know any better, there are times during the day when it appears to be snowing outside. We've been told it is actually a seed from a tree that has been carried by the wind. Takes a little getting used to especially as those suckers have a way of finding their way into your mouth, nose, eyes...

One note: in our new hotel CNN is listed as channel 2 (HBO is channel 3 and in ENGLISH!!) So I excitedly clicked to channel 2 hoping to get some American news. I got to channel 2 but just found on the TV screen a CNN logo. I was so close, so close... Oh well, HBO it is.

Click for a look at some photos from Tiffany's trip

I'm athletic (when it's warm out and right after New Years). I like to run, workout, you know stay active. Pssshhttt... today that was put to the test. Even the most athletic people (including the AST athletes) would have a hard time climbing up The Great Wall without breaking into a little sweat. And sweat we did...

(As I write this, playing on the one English TV station I can find over here, is a Mariah Carey video. Timbaland was on before that.) Last night was a difficult sleep. At breakfast this morning we all realized we each woke up between the hours of 3 and 5:30 am. Some people went outside and walked around, others tossed in their beds to pass the time. Conveniently there is a Starbucks down the street from our hotel so around 8 or so I ventured on my own to get some coffee. The streets were filled with people, mostly dressed in business attire, walking to wherever they go to begin their day. I admit, it was a little weird to walk around by myself, not knowing any words past "hello" and "thank you" (even that I don't pronounce entirely correctly), and take in the looks I got from the people passing by.

The Starbucks was about as different from say one in Atlanta, GA. Nada, overwhelmingly the same as back home. Tasted pretty good too. Our group met in the lobby of the hotel at 9 and we loaded onto two buses and headed outside the city for our trip. I woke up hoping the day would be clear and I'd see a bright blue sky. False. Grey and hazy again! Eh, what can you do? So we drove about an hour and half outside of Beijing and learned some information from our tour guide Emily. Take the word Beijing for example. It's two characters "Bei" and "Jing". The symbol (looks like a runner) for the '08 Olympics represents "Jing". The color red in China means good luck and happiness. You get the idea...

The countryside of Beijing is vastly different from the city. It's much further behind in development. The rural looking photos of people sitting on the road or riding their bikes on streets passed old weathered buildings are much more accurate to the area we drove through. At one point, off to the right side of the road, a huge castle like structure appeared randomly out of nowhere. Think Cinderella's castle at Disney but an unfinished version. Emily explained it was similar to an amusement park back in the States but had yet to be complete. I can't get over how clean the roads are. I've yet to see a single piece of trash on the road. I'm not kidding you. Not one.

The Great Wall.. well to get there you have to...

Monday at around noon, I boarded a non-stop flight, destination Beijing, China. 13 plus hours and 6,830 miles later, I found myself on the other side of the world, further then any place I'd traveled before. 

I'm here for the AST Dew Tour, which essentially means I'm here for work. For me, when travel is involved, it's hard to consider anything work. I love going on the road and exploring. Being here a few months before the OIympics swoops in and the entire world moves its attention on Beijing, I'm excited to absorb and learn as much as I can about a language, culture and country I know little about. (Thank you Lonely Planet for the pre-arrival help provided by the book.) We landed at PEK, picked up our luggage, received a warm welcome by out greeters, stuffed the van (literally) with our things and began the hour and a half drive into downtown Beijing. I've heard people say the growth of this city is racing at an unbelievable speed. Being that I'm a virgin to the hood, I have no reference for what things may have looked like a few years ago. However the amount of construction surrounding the area proves a solid case that the city has developed and changed much over a short amount of time.   

Walking around today, I took pictures of anything I saw interesting...which was everything. A street sign, bikers riding in unison, a little girl no more then six dressed so trendy she looked like she belonged in SoHo, a man next to a pineapple stand. Let's just say he wasn't thrilled. I tried to snap, he began to yell and that was the end of that photo shoot. At one point, standing at a cross street light waiting for a police officer to blow his whistle and signal it ok to walk across, I looked around at the people surrounding me and listened to their voices. The constant murmur of sound was everywhere and yet I didn't understand a word of it. The light changed, the officer blew his whistle, and we began to cross in large mass. A guy here with me said: "Man, talk about being a minority." Simple statement but precise, we are so the minority. In America when do you walk around and not understand the language, recognize a person who looks similar to you or enter a grocery store and not understand what anything is? It's a new feeling and perhaps an important one to experience.

In Tuesday's China Daily on the front page reads an article titled "Measures to improve air quality". It says... 

It's one of the best parts of my job: interviewing people. People who happen to make their living as an athlete. Having the chance to go out in the field and learn something new while speaking with someone is what I always look forward to. I've met a few athletes in my day. Some are funny. Others are shy. Most are interested in just getting through the necessary obligations so they can return to whatever "normal" routine their life entails. (Can't nor do I blame them.) In fact, it must be exhausting to always be 'on' or aware of the tiniest sentence that might slip out and be taken the wrong way. It's a worry most of us never have to deal with. Then, however, there are the exceptions. The interviews that occur with people, not simply athletes, that seem real.

There is nothing I appreciate more then having a conversation with an athlete who is witty, articulate, interesting and at the most unexpected moment, surprisingly unaffected by all that surrounds them. What's even better is when said athlete also happens to be on your Fantasy Baseball team. To be honest, yes rooting for a guy on your roster just because he's there is likely. We all want to win. But it's a nice (albeit unnecessary) plus when the guy you want to do well also happens to be likeable. Meet Chase Utley. He's about as cool as someone can be without being arrogant. He answers questions, whether asked by me or you or a close buddy, truthfully but with a sense of humor and dry wit. A 'take it with a grain of salt' type, it's one kind of approach that is always appealing.

Here's the interview with Chase...

Got one for you. Btw 19th and 17th streets on 3rd Avenue. No clue what they are shooting (all the people with walkie talkies seemed to have disappeared) but the crew has taken over the street two days in a row now. So I'm sure it's something good (last time it was Leo DiCaprio's movie). Speaking of movies...

If you haven't seen it already, I recommend SHINE A LIGHT. My argument for the film is (partly) based on the 100% guarantee that the following plot lines are non-existent- cheesy love stories, bad jokes, awful special effects, Eddie Murphy and/or Lindsay Lohan, politicians. Ok, I take the last one back. Bill Clinton (of all peeps) does make an appearance.

Essentially the actual movie is nothing more then...

Each morning I get an email that serves as a brief run down of what is going on within the world of television. A buffet of useful information such as executive moves, ratings, teeny bit of gossip, new show line-ups... blah blah blah. (And yet guilt sets in if I try to skip reading it.)  

Lately the emails have been dishing out different companies upcoming programming slates. Today featured the new hopes for Discovery Communications. As I'm skimming through the list reading/passing over what Discovery Channel, TLC, and Animal Planet have in store I come across the Travel Channel. First one up reads:

Dhani Tackles the Globe NFL linebacker, Dhani Jones travels to different countries and immerses himself into the culture's specific sport.

I guess my question is: Inside a locker room, who gets ragged on worse? Dhani Jones for attempting Muay Thai Kickboxing in Thailand or Jason Taylor doing the waltz?

And then there were two...

Memphis.

Kansas.

Great. Exciting. Way to go! But umm, there's just one thing. These aren't the two I picked. (Hats off if you called it.) I thought for sure UCLA and UNC were in. Not that I underestimated the talent on the two teams who won, but once I made my picks I pretty much assumed the end result would be the same. I imagined CBS had already geared up obnoxious promos starring K. Love vs "Psycho T". And you know, for a hot second, it looked as if UNC was going to garner a miraculous come back, scream "Got ya!" at Brandon Rush and sneak out with a crazy win. Not. So. Much.

Now there's a positive in all of this. When the final game is between two teams with no connection whatsoever to the person watching (me) it puts a more enjoyable spin on the whole thing. Because as much as I'd like to see a good great game Monday night, I'll wake up a happy person on Tuesday. Now those kids from Kansas on the other hand...