SN WIP: Homophobic - Part Five
Apr. 27th, 2004 12:07 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
out_thereDeclaring an early lunch to post this. Part four is here.
***
"Hey guys," Dana said cheerily.
Casey finished typing his sentence. When he looked up, Dana had closed their door and was leaning her back against it, her hands crossed behind her. Something was up.
"What's up?" Casey asked, watching her closely. Dan glanced up at Casey's serious tone, and put his pen down on the table.
"Final arrangements for Sydney." Dana smiled uncomfortably. "We've had discussions with the network…"
Olympic fever, as Natalie had labelled it, had infected most of the staff. It was only a month to go and everyone was counting down the days, brushing up on their stats. However, Dana had been surprisingly quiet about the arrangements. Isaac had just told everyone to wait for a final decision.
Dan scowled darkly. "'Discussions with the network?' I thought we were past that crap."
"Dan," Dana chided, turning to him. "We're having budget discussions. It's not the end of the world."
Dan looked sceptical. "It's not?"
"It's a very generous budget," Dana said, slouching against the door.
"What's the catch?" Casey was sure there was something wrong.
"There's some fine print attached to the budget." Dan started to splutter something, but Dana held up a hand to silence him. "It's not the end of the world, Dan. I've discussed it privately with Isaac and he agrees with them."
"Did he agree because it's a good idea, or because they sign his paycheck?"
"Danny," Casey said harshly, interrupting before Dan said anything too insulting. "Give Isaac some credit."
"Yeah. Sorry." Dan shrugged, and Casey could see that he really wasn't convinced.
Dana sighed. "He agreed because they have a good point. He said that in an ideal world, this wouldn't be a relevant concern, but in an ideal world, he also wouldn't have to travel over an hour to get home each night."
Danny's lips quirked. "Okay," he said more calmly, "what's the fine print?"
"You can't go to Sydney," Dana said slowly.
Casey felt his brows lower. If this had something to do with last years gag order, he was going to get very vocal with the network. "Why can't Danny go?"
Dana turned to face him. "Either Dan can't go or you can't go. The network won't send both of you."
Dan was frowning again. "They're only sending one anchor?"
"They're sending two," Dana replied smoothly. "Two anchors/reporters, one producer and over a dozen technical staff. Compared to CSC, it's a very generous budget."
"Dana, back up," Casey said as she walked over to his desk. She paused for a moment, and he explained, "Tell us what's happening here."
She perched on the desk. "The current plan is that two anchors stay here, two go to Sydney. Whoever stays here covers Sports Night and West Coast Update. Whoever goes covers the Olympics in more detail. Either way, it's going to be a busy two weeks."
Dan leaned back in his chair. "West Coast Update?" Dana nodded. "And they're not sending Casey and me?"
"They don't want their two most well-known anchors half a world away. If something terrible happens over there, god forbid," Dana added with a quick glance up at the ceiling, "Sports Night would be kind of screwed without at least one of you."
He blinked at Dan. "I don't know if I'm comforted by that thought."
Dan shrugged. "Me either."
"They've got a good point, guys." Dana breathed in deeply. "Besides, we're working hard on the ratings here and viewers expect to tune in and see at least one of you. I don't want to disappoint them for two weeks straight."
Dan nodded. "Fair enough."
Casey thought for a moment, and then grinned at Dan. "I think I should go."
Dana swivelled around and stared at him. "Why?"
"I'm the senior partner here. I think I have priority."
Dan snorted. "You're not senior, Casey. We started working here at the same time."
"I'm older."
"Oh, so you meant senior as in senior citizen. My mistake," Dan said and Dana laughed.
"I think I should go," Casey repeated, waiting for Dan to fight him for it.
Instead, Dan just shrugged. "Okay. You go, I'll stay."
Dana looked from one to the other. "You guys sure?"
"Casey's argument is that he's ancient, and therefore deserves some sunshine on his stiff, old bones. I can't argue with that."
"You do realise it's winter over there?" Dana asked in amusement.
"Technically, it's spring," Casey replied smugly. "But, still. Sunshine."
"And a shrimp on the barbie?" Dan asked, in a shocking Australian accent.
Casey brought his hands up in a praying motion. "Dan, how many times do I have to plead with you? Don't. Do. The accents."
Dan just rolled his eyes. "I am unappreciated in my own time."
"You'd be unappreciated in any time."
"So, you guys are set?" Dana asked, hopping up off the desk. "Casey's going and Dan's staying here?"
Casey nodded. "Hey, you mentioned two anchors."
"Yeah."
"So who's the other anchor?" Casey asked, and saw Dan's sharp little smirk. Danny knew something he didn't.
Dana shrugged as she opened the door. "Your choice. You and Dan can choose between you."
Dan looked at Dana and grinned widely. "Peter or Paul?"
Dana nodded. "When you work it out, let me know," Dana said, and disappeared out of their office, closing the door behind her.
Casey let his head drop to the desk and groaned. "Peter or Paul?"
Dan's voice was ridiculously carefree. "Peter or Paul."
"The Bobsy Twins of the West Coast?" Suddenly his hope for wonderful Olympic coverage fled out the window.
"The two little dicky birds themselves," Dan replied with a grin. "Casey, Dana just said that whoever stays covers our show and theirs. Why else would we need to cover theirs?"
Casey shrugged. "They were planning to ship them both to Alaska for the month?"
Dan sniggered. "Not quite."
"Fine," Casey said and sighed. "You're taking Peter."
"Okay," Dan replied reasonably. "You can have Paul. And his puns."
Casey looked up and glared at Dan. Danny seemed to be having far too much fun with this. "Okay, you take Paul."
"Sure. You can Peter and his love affair with clichés."
Casey sighed and dropped his head again. "This is going to be hell."
"Yeah."
"For two weeks."
Danny nodded calmly. "Yeah."
"This is going to be two weeks of hell," Casey whined, scowling at his desktop.
"Two weeks of hell, Casey."
"It's going to suck."
"Yeah."
"The Olympics are going to *suck*!"
"Two weeks of hell," Dan supplied helpfully.
Casey stared balefully at Danny. "How can the Olympics suck, Danny?"
"Because you haven't thought of the solution."
"There's a solution?" Dan grinned widely and nodded. Casey felt hope creep back into the room. "You have a plan?"
"I have a plan."
Casey smiled. "What's the plan?"
"I'm not going," Dan said.
Casey's face fell. "How does that help me?"
"I don't think you should go, either."
"You think we should both stay here?" Casey asked doubtfully, thinking about it. Going to Sydney would be good for their careers, but it wasn't as if him or Dan really needed the extra publicity. It wouldn't hurt them to stay here.
Dan nodded. "And let the Bobsy Twins traipse over to the other side of the world."
"Fly away Peter," Casey sing-songed, grinning widely.
"Fly away Paul," Dan replied with a laugh.
Smiling, Casey hit save on his script. "Your plan has merits."
"It's a good plan?"
"It's a good plan."
Dan stood up, script totally forgotten. "We need to tell Dana."
Casey grinned. "Let's do that."
***
Dana wasn't in her office, wasn't in the bullpen, wasn't in the control room. She was, however, in Isaac's room.
"Aha!" Casey cried as he spotted her leaning over Isaac's desk. Isaac and Dana looked up warily as he and Dan sat down opposite him.
"Did you boys need me?" Isaac asked with a hint of an amused smile.
"Actually, we were going to ask you where Dana was," Dan replied.
"But she's here, so we don't need to ask," Casey finished.
"Okay, I'll bite," Isaac said, stretching back in his large leather chair. "What did you need to see her about?"
"About the upcoming weeks of hell," Casey replied, staring at Dana.
Isaac looked over at Dana, and she just shrugged back. Isaac sighed. "Weeks of hell?"
"The Olympics," Dan supplied.
Casey nodded. "Or, more specifically, how we're covering the Olympics."
Isaac looked at them firmly, and said, "We're not sending both of you, and that's final."
"We know," Dan said with a grin. "We both want to stay."
"Both of you?" Isaac asked carefully.
"Both of us," Casey replied. "We don't want to get stuck with Peter and Paul for a fortnight."
"Two weeks of hell," Dan said, stressing each word.
"You've got to let us stay," Casey pleaded.
"You sure?" Dana said, planting one hand on Isaac's desk.
They looked at each other, and nodded. "Both of us."
Dana's mouth stretched into a terrifyingly bright grin. "Have you told anyone?"
Casey blinked at her. "Not yet."
"Don't!"
Isaac turned to Dana. "Don't?"
Dana took a deep breath, twisting her fingers in front of her. "You know how you said that the producer position was up for grabs, but that it would come down to Natalie and Sally, but Sally has more experience, so she'd get it?" Dana burbled out in a rush.
Isaac nodded slightly. "Yeah?"
"Well, I spoke to Sally about Natalie and Sydney, and she said that she'd be happy to let Natalie go to Sydney if both Peter and Paul got to go too." Dana stood there, smiling hopefully at Isaac. "Can she?"
Isaac's brows rose. "Can Sally stay? Or can Natalie go?"
"Both."
Isaac turned to him and Dan. "Are you boys happy with this?"
Casey leaned forward seriously. "Two weeks of hell, Isaac. I will go insane if I have to spend fifteen days sitting beside Paul and his puns."
"Or Peter and his clichés," Dan added with an exaggerated shudder. "And if it means Natalie gets to go, added bonus."
"Do it," Isaac said to Dana. "Go talk to Sally and get this organised. I want you, Sally and Natalie in my office by the end of the day, and I want this down in writing. By tomorrow, I want the arrangements finalised and I want everyone to know."
Dana nodded, blonde hair bouncing around her face. "You got it, Isaac."
"And you boys," Isaac said, turning to face them. "Keep this under your hats. I don't want word to get around about this until after Natalie's position is finalised."
"Okay." Casey nodded, and then turned to Dan. "Hey, Danny?"
"Yeah?"
"Turns out we're not going to Sydney."
Dan grinned. "Best news I ever heard."
***
"I'm going to Sydney! I'm going to Sydney! I'm going to Sydney!" Natalie was jumping up and down, holding Dan in a loose hug. Casey heard her excited squealing before he saw the pair of them.
Casey walked back into their office quietly. "Did I miss something?"
Dan stepped back, holding one ear. He looked like he was in a little pain.
Natalie spun around, beaming. "I'm going to Sydney! I'm going. I'm…" She gestured frantically with her hands, and then bounced on the balls of her feet. "I'm going to Sydney!"
Casey laughed. Her enthusiasm was contagious. "Good for you."
"I know! I'm going to-" Natalie stopped and her smile dimmed. "Are you guys cut up about not going?"
Casey blinked at the sudden change of subject, and Dan said, "Nah. We'd rather be here together than stuck with Peter and Paul."
Natalie swiped him on the arm. "Hey, those are my guys you're talking about. Well, temporarily my guys. While I'm Sydney!"
Casey decided to act before she started bouncing again. "As a grumpy, middle-aged man, I reserve the right to keep all youthful enthusiasm out of my office. Scat, Natalie." He made shooing motions towards the door and she just laughed.
"I need to tell Kim, and Chris, and Elliot, and Jeremy. And Dana," Natalie added, standing in the doorway. And, Casey noted, starting to bounce again.
"I think Dana already knows," Casey suggested dryly.
"I'm going to go tell her again." Natalie spun around, walking backwards through the bullpen as she replied, waving her arms around. "I'm going to tell her that I'm going to Sydney, and that Dan insulted my new guys."
"Tell her Dan said to keep an eye on their puns and clichés!" Dan called out after her. Natalie stuck her tongue out, and Casey had to laugh.
***
***
"Hey guys," Dana said cheerily.
Casey finished typing his sentence. When he looked up, Dana had closed their door and was leaning her back against it, her hands crossed behind her. Something was up.
"What's up?" Casey asked, watching her closely. Dan glanced up at Casey's serious tone, and put his pen down on the table.
"Final arrangements for Sydney." Dana smiled uncomfortably. "We've had discussions with the network…"
Olympic fever, as Natalie had labelled it, had infected most of the staff. It was only a month to go and everyone was counting down the days, brushing up on their stats. However, Dana had been surprisingly quiet about the arrangements. Isaac had just told everyone to wait for a final decision.
Dan scowled darkly. "'Discussions with the network?' I thought we were past that crap."
"Dan," Dana chided, turning to him. "We're having budget discussions. It's not the end of the world."
Dan looked sceptical. "It's not?"
"It's a very generous budget," Dana said, slouching against the door.
"What's the catch?" Casey was sure there was something wrong.
"There's some fine print attached to the budget." Dan started to splutter something, but Dana held up a hand to silence him. "It's not the end of the world, Dan. I've discussed it privately with Isaac and he agrees with them."
"Did he agree because it's a good idea, or because they sign his paycheck?"
"Danny," Casey said harshly, interrupting before Dan said anything too insulting. "Give Isaac some credit."
"Yeah. Sorry." Dan shrugged, and Casey could see that he really wasn't convinced.
Dana sighed. "He agreed because they have a good point. He said that in an ideal world, this wouldn't be a relevant concern, but in an ideal world, he also wouldn't have to travel over an hour to get home each night."
Danny's lips quirked. "Okay," he said more calmly, "what's the fine print?"
"You can't go to Sydney," Dana said slowly.
Casey felt his brows lower. If this had something to do with last years gag order, he was going to get very vocal with the network. "Why can't Danny go?"
Dana turned to face him. "Either Dan can't go or you can't go. The network won't send both of you."
Dan was frowning again. "They're only sending one anchor?"
"They're sending two," Dana replied smoothly. "Two anchors/reporters, one producer and over a dozen technical staff. Compared to CSC, it's a very generous budget."
"Dana, back up," Casey said as she walked over to his desk. She paused for a moment, and he explained, "Tell us what's happening here."
She perched on the desk. "The current plan is that two anchors stay here, two go to Sydney. Whoever stays here covers Sports Night and West Coast Update. Whoever goes covers the Olympics in more detail. Either way, it's going to be a busy two weeks."
Dan leaned back in his chair. "West Coast Update?" Dana nodded. "And they're not sending Casey and me?"
"They don't want their two most well-known anchors half a world away. If something terrible happens over there, god forbid," Dana added with a quick glance up at the ceiling, "Sports Night would be kind of screwed without at least one of you."
He blinked at Dan. "I don't know if I'm comforted by that thought."
Dan shrugged. "Me either."
"They've got a good point, guys." Dana breathed in deeply. "Besides, we're working hard on the ratings here and viewers expect to tune in and see at least one of you. I don't want to disappoint them for two weeks straight."
Dan nodded. "Fair enough."
Casey thought for a moment, and then grinned at Dan. "I think I should go."
Dana swivelled around and stared at him. "Why?"
"I'm the senior partner here. I think I have priority."
Dan snorted. "You're not senior, Casey. We started working here at the same time."
"I'm older."
"Oh, so you meant senior as in senior citizen. My mistake," Dan said and Dana laughed.
"I think I should go," Casey repeated, waiting for Dan to fight him for it.
Instead, Dan just shrugged. "Okay. You go, I'll stay."
Dana looked from one to the other. "You guys sure?"
"Casey's argument is that he's ancient, and therefore deserves some sunshine on his stiff, old bones. I can't argue with that."
"You do realise it's winter over there?" Dana asked in amusement.
"Technically, it's spring," Casey replied smugly. "But, still. Sunshine."
"And a shrimp on the barbie?" Dan asked, in a shocking Australian accent.
Casey brought his hands up in a praying motion. "Dan, how many times do I have to plead with you? Don't. Do. The accents."
Dan just rolled his eyes. "I am unappreciated in my own time."
"You'd be unappreciated in any time."
"So, you guys are set?" Dana asked, hopping up off the desk. "Casey's going and Dan's staying here?"
Casey nodded. "Hey, you mentioned two anchors."
"Yeah."
"So who's the other anchor?" Casey asked, and saw Dan's sharp little smirk. Danny knew something he didn't.
Dana shrugged as she opened the door. "Your choice. You and Dan can choose between you."
Dan looked at Dana and grinned widely. "Peter or Paul?"
Dana nodded. "When you work it out, let me know," Dana said, and disappeared out of their office, closing the door behind her.
Casey let his head drop to the desk and groaned. "Peter or Paul?"
Dan's voice was ridiculously carefree. "Peter or Paul."
"The Bobsy Twins of the West Coast?" Suddenly his hope for wonderful Olympic coverage fled out the window.
"The two little dicky birds themselves," Dan replied with a grin. "Casey, Dana just said that whoever stays covers our show and theirs. Why else would we need to cover theirs?"
Casey shrugged. "They were planning to ship them both to Alaska for the month?"
Dan sniggered. "Not quite."
"Fine," Casey said and sighed. "You're taking Peter."
"Okay," Dan replied reasonably. "You can have Paul. And his puns."
Casey looked up and glared at Dan. Danny seemed to be having far too much fun with this. "Okay, you take Paul."
"Sure. You can Peter and his love affair with clichés."
Casey sighed and dropped his head again. "This is going to be hell."
"Yeah."
"For two weeks."
Danny nodded calmly. "Yeah."
"This is going to be two weeks of hell," Casey whined, scowling at his desktop.
"Two weeks of hell, Casey."
"It's going to suck."
"Yeah."
"The Olympics are going to *suck*!"
"Two weeks of hell," Dan supplied helpfully.
Casey stared balefully at Danny. "How can the Olympics suck, Danny?"
"Because you haven't thought of the solution."
"There's a solution?" Dan grinned widely and nodded. Casey felt hope creep back into the room. "You have a plan?"
"I have a plan."
Casey smiled. "What's the plan?"
"I'm not going," Dan said.
Casey's face fell. "How does that help me?"
"I don't think you should go, either."
"You think we should both stay here?" Casey asked doubtfully, thinking about it. Going to Sydney would be good for their careers, but it wasn't as if him or Dan really needed the extra publicity. It wouldn't hurt them to stay here.
Dan nodded. "And let the Bobsy Twins traipse over to the other side of the world."
"Fly away Peter," Casey sing-songed, grinning widely.
"Fly away Paul," Dan replied with a laugh.
Smiling, Casey hit save on his script. "Your plan has merits."
"It's a good plan?"
"It's a good plan."
Dan stood up, script totally forgotten. "We need to tell Dana."
Casey grinned. "Let's do that."
***
Dana wasn't in her office, wasn't in the bullpen, wasn't in the control room. She was, however, in Isaac's room.
"Aha!" Casey cried as he spotted her leaning over Isaac's desk. Isaac and Dana looked up warily as he and Dan sat down opposite him.
"Did you boys need me?" Isaac asked with a hint of an amused smile.
"Actually, we were going to ask you where Dana was," Dan replied.
"But she's here, so we don't need to ask," Casey finished.
"Okay, I'll bite," Isaac said, stretching back in his large leather chair. "What did you need to see her about?"
"About the upcoming weeks of hell," Casey replied, staring at Dana.
Isaac looked over at Dana, and she just shrugged back. Isaac sighed. "Weeks of hell?"
"The Olympics," Dan supplied.
Casey nodded. "Or, more specifically, how we're covering the Olympics."
Isaac looked at them firmly, and said, "We're not sending both of you, and that's final."
"We know," Dan said with a grin. "We both want to stay."
"Both of you?" Isaac asked carefully.
"Both of us," Casey replied. "We don't want to get stuck with Peter and Paul for a fortnight."
"Two weeks of hell," Dan said, stressing each word.
"You've got to let us stay," Casey pleaded.
"You sure?" Dana said, planting one hand on Isaac's desk.
They looked at each other, and nodded. "Both of us."
Dana's mouth stretched into a terrifyingly bright grin. "Have you told anyone?"
Casey blinked at her. "Not yet."
"Don't!"
Isaac turned to Dana. "Don't?"
Dana took a deep breath, twisting her fingers in front of her. "You know how you said that the producer position was up for grabs, but that it would come down to Natalie and Sally, but Sally has more experience, so she'd get it?" Dana burbled out in a rush.
Isaac nodded slightly. "Yeah?"
"Well, I spoke to Sally about Natalie and Sydney, and she said that she'd be happy to let Natalie go to Sydney if both Peter and Paul got to go too." Dana stood there, smiling hopefully at Isaac. "Can she?"
Isaac's brows rose. "Can Sally stay? Or can Natalie go?"
"Both."
Isaac turned to him and Dan. "Are you boys happy with this?"
Casey leaned forward seriously. "Two weeks of hell, Isaac. I will go insane if I have to spend fifteen days sitting beside Paul and his puns."
"Or Peter and his clichés," Dan added with an exaggerated shudder. "And if it means Natalie gets to go, added bonus."
"Do it," Isaac said to Dana. "Go talk to Sally and get this organised. I want you, Sally and Natalie in my office by the end of the day, and I want this down in writing. By tomorrow, I want the arrangements finalised and I want everyone to know."
Dana nodded, blonde hair bouncing around her face. "You got it, Isaac."
"And you boys," Isaac said, turning to face them. "Keep this under your hats. I don't want word to get around about this until after Natalie's position is finalised."
"Okay." Casey nodded, and then turned to Dan. "Hey, Danny?"
"Yeah?"
"Turns out we're not going to Sydney."
Dan grinned. "Best news I ever heard."
***
"I'm going to Sydney! I'm going to Sydney! I'm going to Sydney!" Natalie was jumping up and down, holding Dan in a loose hug. Casey heard her excited squealing before he saw the pair of them.
Casey walked back into their office quietly. "Did I miss something?"
Dan stepped back, holding one ear. He looked like he was in a little pain.
Natalie spun around, beaming. "I'm going to Sydney! I'm going. I'm…" She gestured frantically with her hands, and then bounced on the balls of her feet. "I'm going to Sydney!"
Casey laughed. Her enthusiasm was contagious. "Good for you."
"I know! I'm going to-" Natalie stopped and her smile dimmed. "Are you guys cut up about not going?"
Casey blinked at the sudden change of subject, and Dan said, "Nah. We'd rather be here together than stuck with Peter and Paul."
Natalie swiped him on the arm. "Hey, those are my guys you're talking about. Well, temporarily my guys. While I'm Sydney!"
Casey decided to act before she started bouncing again. "As a grumpy, middle-aged man, I reserve the right to keep all youthful enthusiasm out of my office. Scat, Natalie." He made shooing motions towards the door and she just laughed.
"I need to tell Kim, and Chris, and Elliot, and Jeremy. And Dana," Natalie added, standing in the doorway. And, Casey noted, starting to bounce again.
"I think Dana already knows," Casey suggested dryly.
"I'm going to go tell her again." Natalie spun around, walking backwards through the bullpen as she replied, waving her arms around. "I'm going to tell her that I'm going to Sydney, and that Dan insulted my new guys."
"Tell her Dan said to keep an eye on their puns and clichés!" Dan called out after her. Natalie stuck her tongue out, and Casey had to laugh.
***
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Date: 2004-04-26 07:35 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-04-26 07:52 pm (UTC)*blinks*
Okay, that sounded *wrong*.
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Date: 2004-04-26 09:28 pm (UTC)Dan snorted. "You're not senior, Casey. We started working here at the same time."
"I'm older."
"Oh, so you meant senior as in senior citizen. My mistake," Dan said and Dana laughed.
Hee. Terrific! Yup, messing with others, messing with each other - either way, I love them! And you write them so well. Thank you.
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Date: 2004-04-26 09:47 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-04-27 12:30 am (UTC)Hell, yeah - just the *thought* of Dan trying... *shudder*.
I had friends who live in Sydney who in the lead-up were referring to the Olympics as "The Fortnight of Hell" - good to see Dan and Casey using the US equivalent...
I don't suppose this story will cover the Olympics? Because it would be very fun to see that. Especially Sports Night trying to get their heads around the Cathy Freeman thing when they can't work out the basics of cricket...
(And don't you just wish we had Dan and Casey around to comment on the Stevens-Thorpe thing? Imagine the snark!)
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Date: 2004-04-27 05:37 am (UTC)*nods* Horror, thy name is bad american-australian accents.
I had friends who live in Sydney who in the lead-up were referring to the Olympics as "The Fortnight of Hell" - good to see Dan and Casey using the US equivalent...
Hee!
I don't suppose this story will cover the Olympics? Because it would be very fun to see that. Especially Sports Night trying to get their heads around the Cathy Freeman thing when they can't work out the basics of cricket...
I was planning on, y'know, glazing over it. I mean, I lived in the country, and I managed to ignore most of it.
Hmmm... The Cathy Freeman thing, was her winning and running with the double Australian/Aboriginal flags, wasn't it? I'll have to see if I can work that in.
If you've got any other Olympic ideas, or at least quick references I can use for them writing intros/whatever, I'd love to hear them. *g* (Hey, whatever saves me researching my own stuff is good for me.)
(And don't you just wish we had Dan and Casey around to comment on the Stevens-Thorpe thing? Imagine the snark!)
Hee! Yes, good point. Although, really? Like anyone expected any different. You'd never hear the end of it if Stevens didn't drop out. But, yes, I can just imagine Dan and Casey:
Dan: He's going to drop out.
Casey: He won't drop out.
D: He's going to drop out.
C: He qualified. He's not going to drop out. He'd have to be insane.
D: No, I think he's just sane enough to drop out.
C: *rolls eyes* Uh-huh?
D: I think he's sane enough to be very frightened of the insane fans.
C: He's not going to drop out.
...a few weeks later...
D: He dropped out.
C: I can't believe he dropped out.
D: Told you so.
C: Yeah, but... he qualified.
D: Two words for you, Casey. *holds up two fingers, counting down as he speaks* Insane. Fans.
C: *sighs* Yeah.
D: He dropped out.
C: ... Hey.
D: What?
C: Do you think if Stevens tripped into the pool next time, he'd get automatic qualification?
D: *sniggers* It's worth a shot.
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Date: 2004-04-27 07:17 am (UTC)Re: Cathy Freeman -- the first time she ran with both flags (i.e. the big Tunstall controversy time) was sometime prior to the Sydney Olympics. I have a feeling it may've been at one of the Commonwealth Games during the '90s, but don't quote me on that. By the Sydney Olympics, it wasn't as big a deal -- she did it again then, and everyone was all "yeah, that's cool".
Um. I think that's what happened, anyhow. My brain is obviously not all that wired for inane sporting trivia at the moment.
(Personally, I'd love to see Dan and Casey covering Aussie Rules, deeply slashy and confusing-to-non-fans game that it is. *g* And hey, there actually *was* a match played... erm, either at the stadium, or nearby (damn you, brain!)... around about the time the Olympics started. Of course, since Dan and Casey aren't in Sydney, I guess it's a moot point.)
Sydney Olympics facts and trivia in general? Um, can't think of anything too interesting at the moment. Sorry. I'm sure there must've been some big scandal or underdog win, but my mind's coming up blank.
Although I reckon they might've done a story on Eddie the Eel.... *g*
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Date: 2004-04-27 07:20 am (UTC)Obviously, I missed the part of your post where you said exactly the same thing. *g*
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Date: 2004-04-27 07:25 am (UTC)Personally, I'm just... it was an accident. Stop being stupid people and just do the qualifying lap over.
Hmmm... Eddie the Eel. He may get a passing reference. *nods to self* For the rest of it, I think I'll skip it as much as possible. My sporting knowledge is totally woeful, so it's just going to be, y'know, embarrassing.
Besides, I have plans to have the boys kiss before the Olympics begin. When it comes to my writing, kisses far outweigh sports references in importance. *g*
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Date: 2004-04-28 01:32 am (UTC)D: *sniggers* It's worth a shot.
Hee! Okay - sending the link for this to a friend of mine who is completely into Sports Night, but surprisingly, not on LJ...
As for Cathy Freeman - the one flag/two flags/Tunstall-is-a-git-but-we-all-knew-that-anyway happened at the Aukland Commonwealth Games. Sydney 2000 was more "the entire country holds its breath for one minute and 48 seconds while she runs around the track". 2000, of course, was the big year for Reconciliation issues - the Sydney Bridge Walk in May, and then Sir William Deane apologised at the Opening Ceremony, and (I think) that was before Midnight Oil wore their "I'm Sorry" shirts, because I think that was at the closing. By the time it got to the 400m, Freeman's main rival (Marie-Jose something-or-other: Perez, maybe?) had pulled out, and the media were hyping the race to high heaven. Given the political issues, Freeman's win made the front page of the New York Times the next day, so it absolutely would have made it to Sports Night.
Eddie the Eel would probably have made it, and then there would have been big wins for the Americans: Marion Jones, Michael Johnson... and the women's gymnastics was a big thing. I'll have to check details, but they won gold in the teams event for the first time in years, because their last vaulter stuck her vault despite a major injury. If you want any more, I can definitely keep thinking. Olympics are a big thing for me.
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Date: 2004-04-28 04:54 am (UTC)(And blinking at the amount of information, and trying to store for later use.)
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Date: 2004-04-28 04:59 am (UTC)The Olympics geek will now go hide.
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Date: 2004-04-28 02:01 pm (UTC)