2008年8月30日星期六

Home.


I arrived home in Boston late Thursday night...greeted by my Mom, Dad & sister. (He's not in the pic above because he was stealthily hiding behind a column taking the picture) The previous 24 hours were a blur of packing, staying out too late, and crying with my friends. The friends who had been my family for the past 2 months...leaving was incredibly surreal. I felt like I was having an out of body experience and I was just observing everything but not exactly registering that it was happening.

I could go on and on about my memories and experiences in Beijing--the good, the bad, the ugly and everything else in between--but all that matters is what I will be taking with me. The experiences I had, the friends I made, the Olympic memories--all of those things will stay with me forever. In the words of a cheesy Chinese pop song, "love you Beijing...love you China"

Zai jen!
-Anna

2008年8月27日星期三

Leaving Beijing...no words

Well, obviously there are words...millions. This trip has been such an amazing, eye-opening, life-changing...there are not enough cliches to explain how I feel about China. So I will try in my own words.

My bags are all packed...with the seams on my LL Bean duffle literally bursting. Our shuttle is coming to take us to the airport in 15 minutes.

There are so many things I am going to miss--the people, the food...the OLYMPICS! The fun interactions with our taxi drivers on 4, 5 or 6 am cab rides. Singing "Beijing wang ying ni" (my Pinyin is horrible but it means Beijing welcomes you, and there are 25 Chinese superstars, including Jackie Chan, singing the song. It's pretty awesome--I bought a DVD of the music video so you will all get to see it) at all hours of the day, anywhere and getting smiles from everyone.

I will miss the friendly smiles everywhere...and people trying to help us if we were lost with hand gestures, pointing, and often, walking us directly where we need to go.

I will miss the Olympics, and the 'glory of sport'. It was such a great moment for Beijing, and the people here could not have been more welcoming and accepting.

There is so so much more I want to write, so I will try to write some more on the plane.

2008年8月25日星期一

Mens Football Gold Medal Match


Friday night our manager told us we could go to the Bird's Nest for the Gold medal match for mens football. (Since I am in Beijing and not the US I am calling it football for the remainder of the post...)

We found some empty seats in the highest section, with a great birds-eye view (ahahahaha I crack myself up). We settled in to watch the game, and I was the only one of our group rooting for Argentina. I'm sorry but Nigeria kicked the US out so I'm a little bitter.

It was really awesome to be in the Bird's Nest as a spectator and not as an ONS Flash Quote Reporter. I could go get a beer for 5 RMB (but I didn't because it was barely noon) or I could cheer for my team or I could get up and do the 'Mexican Wave'. The wave is apparently called the Mexican Wave in China...still not sure why.

At halftime, we ended up making our way to another press tribune (not the one we normally work/sit in). It was pretty sweet. During the half, the 'cheerleaders' came out and did some dances, but the FUWA stole the show. They danced around and some of them ran around the cheerleaders trying to confuse them. It was hilarious.

Pic: Fuwa (small and large sizes) on the track with the 'cheerleaders'


The game was great too...it had been a while since I got to see a 'proper football match' and I remembered why I enjoy the sport so much.

Last Night of Work at the Bird's Nest=Testing the Security on the Field


So, Saturday night was our last night of work at the Bird's Nest, so we figured that would be a good time to try and see how for the "FOP" (Field of Play) symbol on our credentials could get us. Pretty far it turns out...4 of the guys in our group staged a Mens 100m (no World Records there--the fastest one clocked in at 20 seconds...and they were HAULING). I got a pic of me 'holding' the torch and my friend Katrina and I staged a 50km Racewalk collapse on the finish line. Overall, it was a pretty awesome experience, one that I will keep with me for a long time. Getting to be in the same place where so many amazing Olympic moments happened was pretty freakin awesome!



Pic above: view of the main press tribune from the track.

2008年8月21日星期四

Some Olympic news stories

Just a few interesting stories that have caught my eye in the past few days...

AP story on Usain Bolt's less-than-sportsmanlike conduct

WSJ China blog on 'the Bolt'

Liu Xiang speaks about his injury

Michael Phelps says learning Mandarin is harder than winning 8 Golds

Wondering what exactly the FUWA are?

--and the Chinese women who played Keri Walsh and Misty May-Treanor?? We saw them play last week!

2008年8月20日星期三

Another crazy night at track & field

Walking into the Birds Nest on Wednesday night, my friend Jennie and I stopped and checked in. We picked up our complementary drinks (3 bottles of water and 1 soft drink)...we got our dinner vouchers, but we never really eat there any more because the food looks like this:


We walked out and realized we were right in front of one of the entrances to the Field of Play. We figured now was as good a time as any to give the blue line on the bottom of our credentials a try. The blue line means we have access to FOP. We walked right out there like we owned the place (I've noticed that you walk into anywhere like you own the place, you will get what you want 99% of the time...it worked Tuesday night when we went to Club Bud--see pic below)



Anyway, we walked around the track until we got to the correct exit...there is one located right by our office and the mixed zone. It was pretty cool to be out ON THE FIELD--we saw volunteers putting together the medal stand, we saw the judges and officials heading out to the field (wearing lovely Beijing Olympics ties), and we walked by the starting blocks that Usain Bolt would launch himself out of later in the night.



For the first part of the night, I was in the office working as a copytaker. I snuck out (it was fine with my manager, so I guess it wasn't really sneaking), but I snuck out to see USA's Nick Symmonds run his qualifier in the Mens 800m. He won his heat so that was pretty cool.

After that it was back to the office for more copytaking and around 9:45 I headed out to the broadcast mix zone to get quotes from the Mens 200m and Womens 400m Hurdles Finals. The Mens 200m was first, and everyone was watching Bolt. The stadium quieted down for the start, and we all had bets about who would be finishing 2nd and 3rd...I predicted 2 Americans.

It was literally a photo finish..and again, being in the press area when that happened was pretty cool. The press have the best seat in the house. Bolt won, in world record fashion, with Netherland's Churandy Martina coming in second and USA's Wallace Spearmon coming in third. The three runners took their respective countries' flags and headed out for a victory lap. The three were cheering and jumping and Bolt was breaking into some signature dance moves. Then, a new finishing list flashed on the screen...Spearmon was listed as DSQ and USA's Sean Crawford was listed in third. I was right there when Spearmon threw the flag at Crawford and said something along the lines of, "I guess this is yours."

Crawford was flabbergasted and in all the interviews he gave immediately afterwards he was a class act. Even the guys from NBC that I talked to were impressed with the way he handled himself and how humble and gracious he was.

Imagine the shock he feels NOW! Shortly after, the US lodged a formal complaint and it was discovered that the runner from the Netherlands, Martina, had been DSQ as well. Sean Crawford went from having no medal, to having a bronze, to having a silver!


It was a long night...besides the Mens 200m drama, there was also the Womens 400m Hurdles final and the first qualifying round for the Mens Pole Vault. The pole vault went well after midnight because NO ONE could make the qualifying height.

A US runner, Sheena Tosta got silver in the hurdles and she was a great interview as well. Very sweet and just thrilled with her medal. That is something I have definitely picked up on here...you get a sense of the athletes that are the best kind of person, too. They are humble and thankful, in victory AND defeat.

2008年8月18日星期一

Well, now I know what it's like to hear a pin drop in the Bird's Nest

(AP Photo)

Okay, not quite. But I was working this morning, which if you've been living under a rock, means that I was at the Bird's Nest for the track & field qualifying events. And China's hurdling superstar, Liu Xiang, did not even compete in his event. Here's how it all played out:

-I was covering the womens hammer throw for most of the morning. And it was great because we now have ONS seats in the Press Tribune, which means we have a place IN the stadium to watch the events instead of just watching them in the office or in the mixed zone on one of the tv screens. I was really enjoying being outside and taking it all in...until some Hong Kong popstar came to the CCTV booth and all the Chinese (in the press tribune) started taking out cameras and pens and taking pictures and autographs. So I headed down the mixed zone to watch the rest of the hammer throw and try and grab some athletes before Liu Xiang's event.

-By the time I got down to the mixed zone, the place was already buzzing. The screens were showing him warming up, wearing his bright red China warm ups and stretching on the track. He took his time changing into his little spandex running top and I remember thinking "Why is he taking so long? What is he avoiding?" The hurdlers took their positions and snap, they were off. But there was a false start. The camera went to Liu and he ripped the sticker with his lane number off his lack and walked off the track. The race went on, and the cameras zoomed in on his empty starting blocks. The stadium subsequently EMPTIED.
-The mixed zone was buzzing instantly. Chinese people were crying all around me, literally sobbing. Some on our ONS team couldn't keep it together, either. No one knew what had happened...was it his hamstring injury? Or something else? How long had he been injured? Where was he now?

-He was being attended to by three doctors and within fifteen minutes of the race ending, I was in the Press Conference Room, sitting with one of our ONS professional staff, waiting for the conference to begin. We knew that Liu would NOT be attending, just two Chinese coaches.

-The room was PACKED. The coaches entered: Sun Hiping, Liu's head coach for the past 12 years and Feng Shuyong, one of Team China's head coaches for track and field. We turned on our headsets, readying for the English translation. But we didn't need them. A young Chinese woman would be translating for the coaches. One problem...she was CLEARLY upset. She could barely get words out and she was constantly stopping to sniffle and catch her breath.

-Both coaches reiterated that Liu would always compete, until the pain was unbearable. They were clearly shaken. His personal head coach, Sun Hiping, broke down a couple times. When a journalist asked about their father-son-like relationship, he just couldn't help it. (NOTE: He and Liu share a house in Shanghai).

-When asked about the pressure Liu might have felt, the pressure all the Chinese athletes felt, (and feel, probably), Feng said that Liu has said in the past, "the biggest opponent in my competition is myself."

It was one of the longest mornings here and saddest, too. Sure, we are journalists and we're objective (I was not shedding any tears in the mixed zone), but this guy literally had the country of China on his shoulders. Since Athens they had been talking about Liu winning gold in his home country, in the Birds Nest, in World Record fashion. I don't know if they show the Nike commercial in the States, but it's a great one: Liu is getting ready to run the hurdles, and the commercial cuts to Chinese workers in a restaurant, people watching at home, spectators in the stadium; and Liu takes his hands and puts blinders on--just focuses on what's in front of him. The commercial ends with the swoosh and "Just Do It." It's incredibly sad that he didn't even get to do just that.