My Transformation Into a Mega Football Nut
Happy Super Bowl Sunday! I’m flying back from New Orleans today after working amidst the madness that is Super Bowl Week (no, CMT did not supply us with gametime tickets…I think you have to be in some sort of ultra-union for that). For a little fun, and in honor of the holiest game in professional sports being held in New Orleans today, here is a comparison that shows how much my love of football has grown in the last year. Both photos were taken in Champions Square before game time, outside of the Superdome. Drastic hair color change aside, there is little indication that this is even the same person! On left: A girl who didn’t even have a black shirt in her suitcase, and couldn’t name a Saints player aside from Drew Brees or Lance Moore. Gunner was beyond embarrassed and made me wear his hat so I didn’t get kicked out of the city. On right: A fanatic who is quickly advancing in her football studies, and never missed watching a Saints game all season – now proudly being able to recognize shotgun and pistol formations. Boyfriends, there is hope. The same transformation could happen to your girlfriend, too. + + + In protection of girlfriends everywhere, Gunner did not force or coerce me into becoming a mega-Saints fan. My love for the sport was discovered on my own accord after enjoying a Titans vs. Saints game from the second...
New York City and Randy Travis
Nashville supports a broad range of musical genres, but country music is Nashville’s core. For those of us who are immersed in it on a daily basis because of our work, it’s hard to estimate how popular country music is beyond the Mason Dixon line. When I was in New York City for a few days last year, that seemed as good a place as any to test the waters and see just how broad the reach of country music is. My friends and I were were eating dinner with a local New Yorker, and she asked me what TV shows I work on in Nashville. “Well, I just started working on Crossroads for CMT,” I said. In my experience, most people had heard of Crossroads. Or so I thought. Nope. “It’s a show that features one rock artist or band with a country band – and they play each other’s songs.” I explained, carefully selecting one of the bigger-caliber combinations. “Like, John Mayer and Keith Urban.” The New Yorker looked at me doubtfully. “I thought John Mayer was taking a break from music.” “Well, that show was a couple years ago,” I said, now on a quest to establish Nashville’s reputation as a legitimate film/tv hub. I was going to win over this New Yorker. “Uhh, the most recent one I worked on was the Avett Brothers-” quick smile of approval, score! “-and Randy Travis.” “Who?” “Randy Travis.” The New Yorker just shrugged, resuming her attention back to her meal. She’d never heard of Randy Travis. I grew up resistent to country music, mocking it and changing the radio station if I even heard a slight hint of twang, and even I’d heard of Randy Travis prior to moving to Nashville. I looked helplessly at my Australian friend who’d spent his whole life living in Brisbane or Sydney, and he looked as surprised as I did. Even he knew who Randy Travis was. “Uhh, well anyway, it’s a cool show.” I concluded, taking a sip of my margarita. And then the topic was promptly changed to finance, or traveling, or something everyone could relate to. What do you think? Was this New Yorker out of touch, or is the reach of country music limited to the Southeast (and apparently,...