I'm scarred and I don't know why.
Dr. Seuss-like dialogue will be featured here again after my next encounter with too many shamelessly (fully) undresssed (athletic) males...
We now return you to your regularly scheduled blog....
Ummmmmmmm... designer chocolates...
Actually, no... I thot the rum caramel and ginger chocolates were ... interesting but my fave was the mango...
The luckiest guy...
So the story goes, Roger Federer didn't have a practice partner for some reason on the 13th and so he asked the tournament bigwigs if they could scrape up someone to hit balls with him on center court. Don, the general tournament volunteer and college tennis player was volunteeered on behalf of our bosses, because both Mike and Charles felt they were too old and wouldn't be able to keep up. This was a total surprise and shock to Don but he was sooooo there!
So Federer did his workout/practice and Don ran for his life. Afterward, Don remarked that it was amazing to experience the workout that a professional player would go through but that he was soooo dead tired... and happy... and lucky!
First day of matches, we had the singles match first and then went to a doubles match... these are snapshots showing the controlled chaos and activity to get the court ready and change the nets.
Even tho it was the first day, we did pretty good and changed the court over to doubles setup in about 10 minutes.
So, ready for Bob and Mike Bryan (U.S.) to start their first round robin doubles match.
Above: Daniel Nestor (Canada) and Mark Knowles (Bahamas) pleasing the fans after their match. I got to chat with Dan and found that he's like me... a Canadiens fan living in Toronto whereas I'm an Oiler fan living in Calgary (for allu non-hockey fans... think Yankee fan in Boston, ya get it, eh!). Also, since we're both Canadian made it easy for us to talk about anything... Dan was great. A new buddy, jus what I wanted!
Left: Nenad Zimonjic (Serbia/Montenegro) and his partner Leander Paes (India) sign autographs after defeating Nestor/Knowles
Nan, Bruce and me goof around on the umpire's chair
Above Left: Wayne Black (Zimbabwe) and partner Kevin Ullyett (South Africa)
Above Right: in foreground Michael Llodra and his partner Fabrice Santoro both of France
Below Stephen Huss and Wayne Moodie of Australia in post match interview with Jason (our oncourt announcer) and the tournament mascot after their win in doubles over Max Mirnyi (Belarus) and Jonas Bjorkman (Sweden)
After the doubles matches, the facilities staff had to replace the doubles net with the singles net and after they were done, my court service crew had to move the umpire's chair to the "regulation distance" about 1 foot away from the net post. This all was being done while the post match interview was being conducted. The two older gentlemen, Stephen (to the left) and Thomas (white haired man on right), are the two ATP/ITF supervisors... "supervising" our efforts to get the court ready for the upcoming singles matches. I'm the skinny guy on the front right of the chair draggin the 300lb paperweight...
Marat Safin of Russia couldn't compete due to an injury but he had been to Shanghai for the 2002 Masters Cup and he apparently liked it enough to come back for another visit. He watched Agassi's match and took a few photos. He noticed that he had the exact same camera as my sister and he asked her to take a photo of his butt for all the women out there so, my sis did as he asked. ENJOY!
Agassi versus Nikolay Davydenko; Agassi has TONS of fans in China, the only problem is that his career record for tournaments in Shanghai is 0 wins and 5 losses. He lost this match 6-4, 6-2 I think...
The news was entirely true and so he came on court after the doubles matches and talked to the fans. He apologized for his departure and he thanked everyone for their support and promised to be back next year. So with that shock, Mariano Puerta of Argentina, the first alternate, took over Nadal's spot in the tournament and Fernando Gonzalez of Chile became the next alternate and we made a flash call to Thomas Johansson of Sweden to hop on a plane to be our next alternate. The thing to understand is that the players get ~mid 5 figures in cash JUST being there; they don't even have to play! Everyone gets a base appearance fee and then they get paid for every win. Simple, eh!
The Bryan Brothers after they had won a match, run the gauntlet of fans, awaiting them by the LED display boards.
Federer after winning a round robin match
In between the doubles matches in the morning and the singles matches in the evening, there would be a 1-2 hour lull. So a scheme was devised to announce the arrival of the evening matches... DRUMMER GIRLS!
The beautiful, Laura Wu, was in charge of the oncourt entertainment and so I was the unlucky guy whom she had notify about the scheduled "acts" and presentations between the matches... GOD my job SUCKS... not
Argentinians, Gaston Gaudio (L) and Mariano Puerta(center) make some more sponsors happy
Fernando Gonzalez doin the marker thang in his dressing room... So this is the mildly funny story to go with dis...
Before the tourney we were scheduled to have Roger Federer, Rafael Nadal, Andy Roddick,
Two weeks to the tourney, we knew Roddick couldn't make it because of his injury and we weren't sure if Roger could come back from his ankle injury in time (he told us he was still on crutches at that time)... lookin grim. Next we got confirmation that Lleyton wouldn't come due to the impending birth of his first child, so it looked like we might not have 3 out of our top 4 seeds... DOH!
Roger made a miraculous comeback so the field became Fed, Nad, Ag, Cor, Davy, Lju, Gaudio and Nalbandian with the alternates being Puerta and now Gonzalez. Safin was offered one of the two last slots in the main draw but declined to play, due to a nagging injury.
So now imagine you're one of the facilities staff who has made up all the nameplates for the individual dressing rooms two weeks before the event... The phone call comes," ... Hi, uhh, we're throwing away Roddick and Hewitt, could you make up Gaudio, Nalbandian, Puerta and Gonzalez..." Now, that doesn't seem all that bad but now imagine that you are telling this to a native Chinese speaker... it seemed like hours but was only an hour to "explicitly" spell out each name and get a readback over the phone for confirmation. Being that this was China, we still found a way to misspell something (Gonzalez/Gonzales s z ... iz same, yes?)....DOH!
So after we got all the correct nameplates, the next phase of our adventure began.. you all know about three card monte, right?
We (tournament staff) thought that the left side rooms were nicer in that they had windows looking outside (we didn't find out til later that the public bathrooms faced these windows ... oops). So (#1) Federer was pencilled in for the first left side dressing room at the end of hallway nearest to the exit and Nadal (#2) was given the first right side room across from Roger. Now with the withdrawls, Agassi became #3 and Coria #4; we put Coria next to Federer on the left and Agassi across from him. Agassi's party initially asked for a room farthest from the exit door and away from the "window" side but due to the uhh construction malfunction (see post below) we had to move him to the spot beside Nadal. So next to be placed were Ljubicic (#6), Gaudio(#7) and (#8) Nalbandian all along the left side right after Coria. Davydenko was placed in the last room on the right side across from Gaudio. The two rooms furthest from the exit (and closest to the centre court) turned into the first alternate's (Puerta) room (left side) and the physio/massage therapist's (right side) rooms. The physio room was, as stated, Agassi's first choice and so after we moved him, we ... creatively draped the inside to hide all manner of ...things. Along the outer hallway, we put up a banner, 10' high by 20' long to disguise ummm the concrete "shattered glass" look of the wall. These placements were all decided by Iggy and I in the day before Federer and Agassi arrived (the first two).
Now, when Nadal pulled out, we were going to move Puerta into Nadal's old room but he declined (guess he was comfy). We contemplated moving Coria or Ljubicic or Gaudio into Nadal's room but found that they were all satisfied with their locations. So Gonzalez got to move into the larger and nicer dresssing room right across from Federer after we tidied up (found some souvenirs!). He and Puerta had been sharing the sparse alternate dressing room before. After Agassi withdrew, we knew we had Johansson on the way and so we cleaned it up (found some underwear behind the door but I didn't want to touch that souvenir) but he never used it, as he just carried his gear to and from his car to the practice courts. So throughout all this player movement, I'm putting up and taking down nameplates... more running around, just what I needed.
On the last day of the round robin, Nan, Kirsten and I head up to the roof ... it's 9am and no one's around yet but us, a few stadium staff and a few journalists in the press room
View from the upper catwalks ... if they open the roof, I'll be on the "biggest" carnival ride ever...
Bruce in the upper concourse. The nice thing about havin Bruce as Transport dude, was after the long days were over, we were able to snag one of the Mercedes for the 1 hour ride back to the city from time to time. Imagine getting up at 7am each day to make it to site by 8-9am, working til midnight/1am (I had to stay til ALL players had left... we had matches go until near midnight) and then scrounging for a ride or calling a cab for another 1/2 hour of useless waiting. This usually meant that on the "bad" days I didn't get to bed til 2-3 am. I got up tired and went to bed exhausted. So when we got to sit in the luxury cars (heated seats....ummmmm felt soooo good for my sore muscles) with their professional government drivers ( given to diplomats,VVIPS and special functions... like ours), it felt soooo good and I could even relax enough to get amost an extra hour of sleep during the rides home. Plus it didn't hurt that the cars were SMOKIN nice!
Kirsten and I with the sponsors' "loot" after the players have made their mark...
My court service team... relaxing between matches
The winners of the semifinal sign the camera in a now familiar ritual...
Zimonjic and Paes, more sponsor stuff to sign...
Press row... across from the player benches
Llodra (pictured here) and Santoro, after winning the doubles title, proceeded to start throwing their items into the crowd, starting with their equipment, then the game used tennis balls, towels and ending with most of their clothes. They whipped the crowd into quite a frenzy and then Llodra got a hug and kiss from his father as I got this "magic" shot. I remember the Lacoste rep (V.P.) frantically sent some of his people to sprint back to their storeroom for ANY Lacoste shirts for the two winners to wear since they were now ... "brandable". That's how the two winners ended up wearing only...
Added Aug.16th... found this online jus toolin around; this should give y'all an idea of what I had to endure seeing in the locker rooms at the Masters' Cup :o
Iggy and Kirsten share a nice moment on the last day
The two finalists, Federer and David Nalbandian. Federer was well in control til early in the 3rd set where he suddenly he asked for the doctor. I heard the call over the ATP radio and rushed to the court to help escort the medical staff through the crowd. The doctor and trainer looked at his ankle for a few minutes but when they resumed play, Roger was never the same...
This was my view of the proceedings; right on court trying to stay out of the way of the fans and their picture taking...
I was asked to be available to help unroll the red carpet or help in any other way with the final ceremony and also to safeguard the "souvenirs"; monogrammed towels, used game balls and even the players' equipment as they went through the trophy/prize presentations. This "down" time gave me an opportunity to grab a few photos for the 1st time... from right behind the winner, Nalbandian
BIG Jake (6'7" i think.. and about 230 lbs) the tech in charge of the LED display boards pointed out that the back walls were just rectangular metal skeletons covered by a blue stretchable vinyl fabric and they were not meant to take any large degree of weight on them. The LED board was constructed of "lego-like" interlocking blocks, two high and in multiples of four(?) long, (so each mini-section was 8 connected blocks) across the length of the courts. The backing on the boards was only supposed to give a little support to keep the LED screens straight/upright and to protect the passersby from the large amount of generated heat from the back of the display blocks. He stressed that people should be strongly discouraged from leaning on the back wall at all times. For the entire tournament, we had few problems with the crowd control around the wall and the area was safe ... til the singles final.
After David Nalbandian won the last match of the tournament, he hoisted his trophy aloft amidst the flying confetti. The fans saw that the doubles team had gone to the LED boards and leaned over to get hugs from their friends/family earlier in the day and now they anticipated David would do the same. The post match crowd along the board surged forward to try to get an autograph or photo and all of a sudden we heard ominously large crackin/creaking sounds, loud even above the noise of the clamouring fans. My court service team and I were on standby inside the court, just in front of the boards, and we all immediately jumped up (Damn the ruined pictures!) and braced the suddenly tilting boards. I remember that I started yelling at the crowd, "MOVE BACK! GET BACK!". The crowd was tightly pressed against the wall trying to get as close to the court as possible and some of the closest were pinned and I could see in their suddenly scared faces that they couldn't move if they wanted. I noticed that my staff were bracing the boards by using their knees to push against the middle of the boards and I remembered Jake warning me that each of the board "blocks" was about 40-50 lbs. He said that if it was going to fall over, that I'd best get out of the way lest I get my legs crushed or my knees severed by the hundreds of pounds that would fall over.
Mike and Charles, "Yeeeaaa baby... another great tournament done..."
Our motto should be
Richard Lu and Leo... "Ha ha... job's done
and we don't have to clean this up..."