Being in a public place at the moment, people come and go, saying "see you next year". Based upon the smile on their face, I must assume most of them consider themselves to be great pranksters.
See, if you cover sport in Vancouver on a day like today, what are you going to do for a story? The Canucks aren’t playing, the Lions aren’t playing, there’s no ballgame, no NFL… it’s a dead day.
And when you’re sitting there scratching your head, dying for something - anything - to take a camera to, so as to keep the boss off your ass, well a nice little photo op, complete with a few of Jeff Francis’ old teammates for quotes, well, that’s just manna from heaven.
And they did flock. 14 separate media outlets in all jammed into the long emptied Vancouver Canadians/UBC clubhouse to take pictures of a shirt. That’s basically every media outlet in the city; radio, TV and print.
I tell you no lie, tonight as the missus was getting ready to watch her Coronation Street, she flicked through the stations, and on three of them, all at the same time, there was the C’s clubhouse, bold as brass.
Now, to be sure, there will be no tickets sold this day as a result of the morass of media. Things just don’t work out that way, and that’s why the old ownership couldn’t get the press office staff off the payroll quickly enough at the end of each season, but what they didn’t get way back then (and what most sporting organizations don’t get, to be honest) is that marketing isn’t about selling a ticket today.
It’s about building a brand. It’s about building awareness, and reminding the press that The Nat exists, and, "Yes, it DOES look wonderful now that it’s been all painted, doesn’t it? Here, have a beer and a media guide."
It’s about getting people watching TV to remember there’s a ballpark in Vancouver, and a ballteam to go with it. It’s about getting people to UBC baseball games when their season begins. It’s about making sure people are watching Jeff Francis throw in the World Series on Wednesday night, and thinking, "He’s a local kid. Wonder what other local kids we might have missed at The Nat this season?"
When Coca-Cola puts up a billboard, they know it won’t sell one single bottle of pop. Nobody will look at that sign and think "must buy a Coke right now" - ever. But if they put up enough of them, and keep the brand in your face, when you feel thirsty, what are you going to pick up?
Interesting how "gone, but not forgotten" applies to everyone.... yet most don't see how that especially applies to adoptees.
I think I'm going to spend this NYE making a list of all the horrible bad cliches I've had to swallow my entire life, first starting with:
The grass is not always greener on the other side.
You're comparing apples with oranges.
Two wrongs don't make a right.
You weren't sent away, you were found. [oops my bad, that's not universally spoken, is it?]
It's not you, it's me.
It's always darkest before dawn.
The only one that I can think of that can always make me smile is: It's Happy Hour, somewhere.
I think, if ever there could be a great NYE celebration for depressed lonely people abandoned by their families, it would be for us to dress in our finest, gather at some big swanky big gala-event somewhere (paid by the adoption industry, of course), and all meet so we can bitch and moan about these annoying phrases, and how they have affected our lives!
I'd be the babe in the corner, drinking lots of Cosmos and talking to the cute bartenders.
Happy new year's eve everyone.... wake me when it's over!
Resolutions are too easy to forget... although I keep making the same ones: lose weight, exercise more and have more patience.
This year I'd like to try something new and try to put more passion into the things that are personally important to ME. I've been doing that a little bit at a time, more and more each year, for the past few years (the website, being a huge testimony to that step towards progress), but I want more. Anyone who knows me well knows that's not easy for me to do, as I'm the last person on my list to make happy! But the truth is, I want my medical study to become a reality, so adoptees are recognized as a group worth special attention, so I'm resolved to make that happen. Whether that happens this coming year or not, that's academic. For myself, it's my commitment to the process that matters most. Commitment and longevity has been most lacking in my life; that's what I'd like to change most. I want to prove it's possible to learn how to love, in spite of all that has been taught during childhood.
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Being in a public place at the moment, people come and go, saying "see you next year". Based upon the smile on their face, I must assume most of them consider themselves to be great pranksters.
Ask about the original
Do you think any of them know who generated the original phrase?
where's the origin
I wouldn't know it myself and self-centered as I can be, I never expect anyone to know something I don't.
DIG!
Now I'm far too curious to let this pup rest in peace.
How does one Google the origins of "see you next year" said on NYE?
dc
This will probably remain an unsolved mystery, maybe Discover Chanel should devote a series to it.
At the very least
Given all the garbage devoted on and to television, you'd think dumb phrase origins would capture the attention of people.
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The inner-George Costanza in me found a most fascinating comment made about the repetition of a phrase, especially "see you next year".
Interesting how "gone, but not forgotten" applies to everyone.... yet most don't see how that especially applies to adoptees.
A world-filled with bad cliches
I think I'm going to spend this NYE making a list of all the horrible bad cliches I've had to swallow my entire life, first starting with:
The grass is not always greener on the other side.
You're comparing apples with oranges.
Two wrongs don't make a right.
You weren't sent away, you were found. [oops my bad, that's not universally spoken, is it?]
It's not you, it's me.
It's always darkest before dawn.
The only one that I can think of that can always make me smile is: It's Happy Hour, somewhere.
I think, if ever there could be a great NYE celebration for depressed lonely people abandoned by their families, it would be for us to dress in our finest, gather at some big swanky big gala-event somewhere (paid by the adoption industry, of course), and all meet so we can bitch and moan about these annoying phrases, and how they have affected our lives!
I'd be the babe in the corner, drinking lots of Cosmos and talking to the cute bartenders.
Happy new year's eve everyone.... wake me when it's over!
Resolutions anyone?
Happy New Years Kerry and All.
It's just another night to me, here, except to wish people well.
Any resolutions... anyone?
I'll start
Guess I'll start, though its a boring one.
I'd like to lose 20 lbs. this year, that is, 9 kg.
Resolve
Resolutions are too easy to forget... although I keep making the same ones: lose weight, exercise more and have more patience.
This year I'd like to try something new and try to put more passion into the things that are personally important to ME. I've been doing that a little bit at a time, more and more each year, for the past few years (the website, being a huge testimony to that step towards progress), but I want more. Anyone who knows me well knows that's not easy for me to do, as I'm the last person on my list to make happy! But the truth is, I want my medical study to become a reality, so adoptees are recognized as a group worth special attention, so I'm resolved to make that happen. Whether that happens this coming year or not, that's academic. For myself, it's my commitment to the process that matters most. Commitment and longevity has been most lacking in my life; that's what I'd like to change most. I want to prove it's possible to learn how to love, in spite of all that has been taught during childhood.
On a lighter note...
before I die, I would like to celebrate NYE where I was born, as experienced by a true-blue newfie.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j8QobXp_paI
vows
I think for the first time, I'm going to start putting myself first, and let that not be such a bad thing.