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September 10, 2007
Rush downtown and grab that iron pile
Bloggers vs. radio jocks vs. paper boys vs. tee vee anchors. In a weightlifting contest?
An area fitness company is opening a new downtown location, and they are calling on some of the biggest egos in the whole town* to engage in a little celebratory competition.
During media night, all media representatives will have the opportunity to bench-press as much weight as they can in one rep. We’ll keep a tally of the efforts of each individual type of media outlet and announce at the close of the night just how much power the press has. Bring as many of your colleagues as you can (even the sales staff, every pound makes a difference!), to help prove you are the strongest media. How much each individual can lift is not important - this is a group effort that is designed to be fun! [Italics original—Ed.]
What a gimmick, eh? Invite the media to compete against each other. These are people* who can't say no to something like this, and your opening gets sick amounts of free coverage. (Yes, I know I am posting about it too.)
So, uh, who's going for the bloggers? I have a prior standing engagement. It's true. It's not that I'm shy about bench-pressing in public. Really.
The event is this Thursday (9/13), from 6-8pm, at 403 Chestnut St. But who am I telling?
Oh, right: the fans. Well, go support somebody. Man, if Herman Wang were still in town, the paper would have it, hands down.
But that's discounting Kevin West's secret psycho-kinetic powers. There's no telling how this thing will go. Maybe Billy Blades will finally be revealed, as he (or she) swoops in to save the day for the basement-bound blogosphere.
Seriously, if the television camera crews are included, I don't know how the tube can lose.
The wife wants to know who gets to bench-press Jed Mescon.
*Just kidding, guys and gals.
Sunday Drive | By joe lance | 09:23 PM