Thursday, March 26, 2009

World Baseball Classic

So let's talk about the reason I'm in NYC. I was called out of nowhere one day by someone at MLB I had kept in contact with for the past two years. He obviously knew my potential, so he made me an offer I couldn't refuse. Actually, I called begging for a job and he obliged.

Really, I was brought out here to help with an unprecedented project Major League Baseball and World Baseball Classic was getting ready to venture into. During the 18-day tournament, we broadcast 39 games from 7 different venues into over 200 countries.(Click here to learn more) During these game broadcasts, the viewers at home saw a virtual advertisement behind home plate. The catch, and the reason for the complexity of this venture: not every viewer saw the same sign. A family sitting at home in Tokyo saw an advertisement for Asahi, friends in a bar in Caracas saw Movilnet (Venezuelan telecom), a baseball coach in Toronto saw Home Hardware (Canada's do-it-yourself store), our family members in Puerto Rico saw Best Buy, our neighbors to the south saw Vivir Mejor, and you, my friends, saw AT&T. And that was just the first inning!


Each half inning the signs changed, and a sponsor didn't necessarily get the same half inning every game. The night before each game I would set up a rotation, based on match up, where the game was being played and which regions would be televising the games. Some sponsors only had rights for games originating in Puerto Rico and being broadcast into Puerto Rico. Others had rights to games from Dolphin Stadium being shown in Latin America. Some had to be shown behind home plate when a certain team was batting. All of this had to be taken into consideration when creating the rotations. If I am making it sound difficult, it wasn't, once I created the guidelines of who to show when and when to show what (some sponsors had more than one advertisement, so I needed to change artwork daily)

Now that all of the work was done, it was time to watch baseball. But believe me, I wasn't able to scout my fantasy team like I thought I would. For some games, we had seven different signs going out (US ESPN, US ESPN Deportes, Asia, Canada, Latin America, Puerto Rico, Mexico), and while that game was still going, another would start with 5 to 7 more signs. I had to watch these signs at all times to be sure our sponsors were getting proper exposure, and to ensure the correct rotation was being displayed. If it wasn't, I had to let the operators know to switch it immediately, make a note, and schedule a make up for the sponsor to be given during a later game. Sometimes, poor weather, or a bad signal, or operator error would compromise the quality of the sign. This was taken into account, but also noted, because as I heard from someone in the organization, "We ain't paying for that sh--. Nooooo way."



















So this was the job for 18 days.

-I would hop on the Long Island Railroad (LIRR) in Woodside








-Take the train to Hicksville (yeah, Hicksville)








-Hop in a cab with what I would characterize as 'a talker' (they all asked what I was doing, and as soon as I told them, they felt they needed to tell my why they didn't watch baseball anymore, what I should do when this is over, or go off on a tangent about how their girlfriend was a crazy bitch)

-Arrive at Rainbow Network Communications, watch 1-4 baseball games

-Hop in a cab (same type of driver) to the Hicksville RR

-Hop on the LIRR back to Woodside








-Hop in a cab back to Sunnyside

-Go to sleep and do it all over again.

The days were long (14-16 hours), the food was bad (late-night Chinese or pizza), the movement was minimal (sitting and watching, holding my bowels for games at a time) and my health has suffered (shortness of breath never beofre experienced while simply sitting). It was a grind, and it's done.

Now I did a lot more leading up to the tournament, and will do more for the next month, but that was the meat and potatoes of it, right there, crammed into 18 days of baseball's March Madness, or Marzo Locura, or any other variation across the globe.

I haven't even talked about Dominican Repubic getting upset by the Kingdome of the Netherland. "Hier wordt Honkball gesproken."

Saturday, March 21, 2009

Welcome

Welcome to the first posting of what is sure to be a captivating experience through the life and times of P. Aiello: Word...Life...Sports.

A few months ago I was presented with the incredible opportunity to work on the World Baseball Classic, the premier international baseball event which showcases the top baseball talent in the world playing for their home country. Having been recently laid off by the most scrutinized professional team in all of sport, The Oakland Raiders, and getting ready to finish up my Sport Management studies at University of San Francisco (thoughts of using those degrees to keep me warm at night, along with some unemployment checks), it was a no-brainer to hop on a plane three-weeks later to begin this new adventure.

To bring you up to speed, the following is a quick recap of what has taken place so far:

-I found a random roommate on Craigslist with whom I share a studio apartment in Sunnyside.



-On any Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, you may find me in the Upper West Side at a bar called Bourbon St. where they serve 50 cent Coors Light and Bud Light from 9-11PM.

-Museums I have visited: The Metropolitan Museum of Art, American Museum of Natural History, Museum of the City of New York



















-Found a band
, Hypnotic Brass Ensemble, in the Subway station at 14th St./Union Square. I bought their CD and went to Jamaica, NY to watch a free performance--LEGIT!

-Arrived at work one day to have a co-worker tell me he couldn't understand what I was saying. I had just walked 16 blocks in the coldest weather in my life (15F, windchill bringing it to -1F) and I couldn't move my chin--California born and raised, I wasn't built for this.

-I fell asleep on the N Train on the way home from a long night, only to wake up at the end of the line and well beyond my transfer station.


-Saw snowboarders hit a 90 foot ramp in NYC on the East River while a live band performed behind me.

-Had my buddy Esto visit and we were Queens Blvd., but not Bronx.

-Witnessed the demolition of the last piece of Shea Stadium and a grown man crying at the same time. Many memories I'm sure (sorry Buckner)

-Worked 103 hours the first week of the World Baseball Classic (Monday-Sunday)

-I found myself statione
d at a television broadcast center on Long Island coordinating all the virtual signage you see behind home plate for all games during the World Baseball Classic

Here I am March 20, 2009, three days away from the World Baseball Classic Final in Los Angeles. In just 11 short weeks I have seen a number of great places in NYC, eaten some amazing food, seen some of the most beautiful sites (all nationalities), and learned more about sponsorship and television I could have imagined. An expert by no means, but if you happen to find yourself reading this and know someone hiring, I will prove that I'm a fast learner.

To make a long story short (as my dad always said, only to drag the story on for another 5-10 minutes), my last 11 weeks have been a wild ride filled with new experiences which I invite you to share with me. I hope you enjoy. If you do, pass it along, comment, call (if you know me).

"Every day you may make progress. Every step may be fruitful. Yet there will stretch out before you an ever-lengthening, ever-ascending, ever-improving path. You know you will never get to the end of the journey. But this, far from discouraging, only adds to the joy and glory of the climb." --Sir Winston Churchill