Derby credentials for the wife?

So your wife never had a vicuna coat?

 

absolutely not

there is no right way

can't believe the stuff i read on here sometimes

you think it's OK to bring a kid into the press box? seriously now

 

No way, if you're working. If you're at the game as a ticket holder and you walk your kid up to show him where you spend all those hours, maybe introduce him to a colleague or three, and then get the hell back down to your seats -- or up to your seats, depending on your budget -- in about the time it takes to rake the infield and brush the bases between innings, I think that's fine. You used your credential or your "clout" for a quick look-see, big deal.

But if you're working or you're lingering or you've done it more than once or you don't actually have a ticket to be in the park/arena/stadium in the first place, no way. Kid, spouse, significant other, whatever.

 

But what a way to impress a lady!
Fix her up with a special pass and let her mingle with the pressbox gentry on gameday.

 

Anybody who runs anything involving horse racing is going to have a hard time turning away anybody from ESPN -- or anybody tangentially related to anybody from ESPN -- in this day and age.

 

Ditto.

Unfuckingbelievable.

 

Did anyone watch RR's feature/story/whatever you call it on TV? Did he include his wife in it somehow?

 

Many of them will call themselves "bloggers".

 

I was a child in a press box. My mom was also there. I think the difference is that we were part of the governing body over the sport. My mom did media relations for the state championships and my dad did PA announcing.

Reading this thread makes me feel like I did something wrong as a child by just being there. Sure, we were quiet and always had something to do. When we were old enough, we were allowed to go around the arena by ourselves, or up to the concession stands, but not until I was probably 10 or 11. My sister and I weren't the only ones, though. I can think of at least six other children who used to also be in the press box with us because their parents were part of the governing body over the championships.

I also learned at the age of probably two that cheering in the press box is strictly forbidden. It also gave me my first look at sports journalism and media relations, for which I am completely grateful.

 

Meaning you ran away from those fields, as career options, screaming as if your hair was on fire?

Some of us didn't get our rude awakenings until it was too late.

 

It's incumbent upon the writer to respect the rules of the workplace. A PR person shouldn't be placed in that uncomfortable position because the question should never be asked.

 

To play devil's advocate, have you seen Reilly's better half? I'd show her off, too.