Crew call was 2 a.m., when we finished packing the vans and truck to drive south.
Management is very proud of the Hummer. Remember, we're part of Fox, so who cares who many miles per gallon that sucker gets!
This just in: I'm a dork.
We got to the park by 3:15 a.m., unloaded all the vehicles and had it set up by 4:30. Hence it still being dark.
The makeshift control room. Isn't that tiny switcher so cute! I just want to take it home and cuddle. ... Perhaps I've said too much.
Engineer guru Dave had a great idea of how to go to the bathroom.
It was so chilly that we couldn't wait for the sun to come up or the cooking segment four hours later, so we fired up the grill and gathered 'round like a bunch of hobos under a bridge. No offense to hobos.
Weather man Leon lets us know through extensive computer models that this early morning looks cloudy.
At the ready for anything exciting.
Though this and the food was about all I was pointing at for an hour.
The sun rises on Good Morning Memphis.
Quite an eclectic crowd began to gather. And I mean the dude in the hat on the left. The Riverkings mascot was invited.
No one told Val that "air quotes" were a fad long gone.
Our entertainment for the morning, a little jazzy funky bluesy band. Okay, I admit, I know nothing of what kind of music it was. There were instruments and some guy singing and backup singers whom I don't even think actually sang. But they looked good doing it.
By 8:45 the wrestlers arrived. Giant lets GM John know that if this appearance doesn't bring a packed crowd to last night's event that he can crush him with his little toes.
The Hulkster was more subdued, perhaps eyeing the crowd to kill any man who made a comment about his hot model daughter.
Next remote duty will be much more fun, downtown at Memphis in May to cover the International BBQ Cooking Contest. *drool*