The Bomber Assignment

On Friday our CreComm class received free tickets to go to the football game between the Bombers and the Alouette's. The team donated them to our class for free, which is amazing. Anyways, the purpose of us going, besides hanging out with our lovely classmates and having fun, was to write a human interest story about something happening off the field for our Journalism class. We had been hearing about this for a while now and I was torn between blinded terror and crazy excitement.. Is there actually a medium to that? 
Anyways so "the day that never ends" (as classmate, Albertine Watson, dubbed it) was upon us and we were all supposed to go to the game for 6pm so that we would have LOTS of time to find a story and get lots of interviews. When I arrived there I decided to turn OFF my shy, self-doubting switch and turn ON my go get it attitude. So I first approached a security guy, who sent me off to the Blue Bomber office. There, I talked to the nicest volunteer who took pity on me, saying that her daughter had taken the course and knew how much work it was. She sent me to a couple of other people and, finally, I had a list of several groups/organizations of interest that would be at the game that night.
From there I went straight to the Timbit soccer team, a Tim Horton's sponsored group of 72 kids from the Dakota Community Centre that were split into 6 teams. I talked to the coach of the Green Dodgers and his son and the program coordinator for the league. They were all so nice and I felt like I got some solid information from them.
From there, I went off to find my second story (so I could pick between the two) and started approaching more volunteers etc looking for somebody "newsworthy". That is when I ran into the greatest person EVER. 


Dialogue:
Me- Hi I'm a RRC student looking writing a human interest story tonight about people in the crowd for my Journalism class. Do you know of any groups or people who may have an interesting story to tell?
Mystery man- That guy. Right there. (points behind me) That is David Asper.
Me- (speechless) Oh... no... What would I say... (mumbling) YIKES. (wanders over and hovers by Asper then retreats to wall with no self-confidence)
Mystery man-  (approaches) Nervous? Ask him this, this, this, and this. (listing off several well-informed questions)
Me- Who are you, you ANGEL!? 
Mystery man- I'm nobody. I just work at a *local paper* so I know some stuff. GO!
Me- rush over and introduce myself to David Asper... 
I won't tell the entire conversation as it was kind of long and fabulous. But, at one point when I ran out of things to ask, I did say "Sorry, I'm nervous. You are like a celebrity."


Anyways, the Bomber game was a great night. It was a fun bonding experience. I hadn't been to a game in a long time and was surprised by just how many people were there. However, the ONLY thing that I did not enjoy about this game (besides the Bomber's loss) was the deadline. Normally for Journalism assignments we have 2 hours to get the story and have it printed. For the Bomber's, we had 4 days. And I obsessed. I can't even tell you how many times I changed the same paragraph before it ended up the same as how I had it in the first place. 
In the end,  I went with the Timbit story though now I'm second-guessing my choice. But, it turned out good. I'm looking forward to getting it back....kind of.