Ok, I actually love my job most of the time, but sometimes I really love my job. This weekend was one of those times. The US men’s national soccer team is in town for their friendly match against Brazil Wednesday. One of my clients is US Youth Soccer, who called to ask me if I was available to shoot some interviews with a few of the players last night at the W Hotel. I’m a big soccer fan and play often so the fact that someone wanted me to go meet our World Cup team and get paid for it was too good to be true. And in many ways it seemed like it was.
I ended up sitting in on a team meeting and was privy to hearing such information as to what the pay scale is for various matches, see the guys razz Donovan for being on the cover of a video game, and watch as Bocanegra showed off his baby girl to all his teammates. You do this job long enough and you end up meeting your fair share of celebrities and important people (presidents, senators, Marisa Tomei …) but I have never been more dumbstruck than I was last night, so much so that when I was on my way to the bathroom I spotted Klinsmann chit-chatting in the lobby and then found myself in the women’s room searching for a urinal.
Otherwise, I managed to keep my eyeballs in their sockets long enough to finish the shoot. They were all very nice and very patient with helping me get what my client needed. Thanks guys and good luck Wednesday!