Gordon texts me when I’m half-way to the airport because he doesn’t think I woke up. I wait until I’m through security to text him back to freak him out a little bit. We get on the plane, stuff our bags into the microwaves above the rows, and snuggle ourselves into the bucket seats. Gordon got bumped to first class because it’s Gordon and that’s what he does. By the time I pass him in the aisle, he’s already passed out. He did the same on the next flight so we had a quick photoshoot. 

 

We land in Nassau and we get an expedited experience through customs because they trust us, I’m assuming (I still have no idea why that happened). If you’ve seen the movie Cool Runnings, Sanka’s Bahamian doppleganger picked us up from the airport and took us to our hotel. We get to the hotel, have an extremely difficult time checking in, finish up some work, then head down to grab some food. I pull around the corner after a $30 burger, and see a nice young gentleman with no teeth playing Michael Jackson on the keyboard. I couldn’t resist. 

 

Also, before I realized he had no teeth, I thought he was singing the Weird Al Yankovich parody called, “Eat It,” which I was ecstatic about because I’m a huge Weird Al fan.

 

Day one came to a close pretty quickly. I watched the draft in our hotel room while Gordon told me about how awesome the Eagles were going to be because they have, like 12 sub-par quarterbacks (I’m just kidding, Gordon). Day two was set to be a busy one because it was the big press day. Think of the media as flocks of tuna, gracefully dodging microphones, lights, and cameras that are worth more than my life. The tuna then swarm anything that they deem important. I walk into the press conference and fight for a spot to put my tripod. They have fried conch as o’dourves and I take a handful and shove them in my pocket for later. The press conference is a lot of people saying how excited they are to be there, the athletes talk about how excited they are to be there as well, and then they leave. As Usain Bolt was leaving, I get a short opportunity to get some words in.

I tell him a joke. He covers his eyes in shame. 

 

Once Bolt leaves, the entire mob of cameras follow him throughout the entire resort. No one seems to notice Alyson Felix, who is the most decorated female track athlete of all time, so Gordon walks with her out to Team USA. I get lost because I’m a clumsy fool. About an hour later Gordon shows up to the hotel and gives me the footage he got from Team USA. I notice Ryan Bailey has some great photo-bombing skills.