Dirty Jerzy

From unmarked ghetto minivan pizza delivery guys to street people asking to bum a ride to the nearest gas station for a cigarette, this town is skeezy. I'm proud to have been given the nickname "Miami", and I'm proud (although annoyed) to wear 2 pants, 3 shirts, a hat, gloves and socks to bed every night. And a plugged-in blow dryer under my sheets at all times.

NFL Films rocks, Mike Mayock is the man and the Jets still suck. Here are some pics from my stay up here.

My place of (non) employment


Emmys


First day at Films, I asked where Field Ops was. I was told to "take a right at Steve Young, a left at Jerome Bettis and it'll be to the right of the guy snapping the ball." That pretty much says it all.


For those of you that watch NFL Playbook - this, the War Room, is where the magic happens


Steve Sabol's game room and collectibles



Vaults and vaults of film - every game footage since 1964


9am: Shoot for the Giants


1pm lunch: Football with the interns


6:30pm: On the set of Total Access Live


So in Jersey, there are no left turns. If you want to make a left turn, you, logically, make a right turn. (???) If you want to make a u-turn, you also make a right turn. They call it a jughandle. I call it absurd. If you miss the jughandle, it could be miles before you hit the next one. I have broken many-a-traffic-laws here.


The only country bar in Jersey happens to be 2 blocks from my apartment. Prospector's Saloon - it's my second home.


That's it in a nutshell. Happy here, but can't wait to get back to Miami - I am never wearing clothes again. Nor will I ever complain when it's 65 degrees outside.

:)

I always pictured my first post on here to be a drunk post...