But then, I realize it doesn't really matter how close I live, for I will be watching at home the in depth coverage as if I lived in Spokane or Birmingham or insert your city here. I'll have a slight edge with the local newspapers and television stations, but that's about it. Then I start to feel a tad bit disappointed that I won't have an opportunity to partake in such history.
Sometimes, I just think about what I would say to Anderson Cooper when I met him, you know at the Convention that is. But I would probably get lost in his blue eyes. Or how Oprah reportedly has spent $50,000 to rent a house in Denver for the week, even though there is no confirmation she will be attending. Then maybe I well up a bit, thinking that The Daily Show will be taping at the Convention or I could grab a sandwich at the same place as THE Clintons.
Have I mentioned, there's a little historical moment called the acceptance speech.
Breaking the mold of traditional political Conventions, Senator Barack Obama will accept the Democratic nomination for President of the United States at Denver’s INVESCO Field at Mile High. INVESCO Field can accommodate more than 75,000 people.Sounds like the hottest ticket of the year, doesn't it?
Well, they offered up community credentials for average folks like me. A strange turn of events brought me to the webpage during the credential offerings, so I simply applied for a credential. I felt like I was playing the lottery. I imagined sitting with seventy five thousand people, not watching the broncos play football, but Barack Obama giving the speech of his life. How amazing.
Turns out the Campaign For Change/Obama For America, had some sly tactics under their belt. Within 24 hours of applying for a credential to attend the speech like hundreds of thousands of other Coloradans, the Campaign's workhorses started contacting me. Emails started filling my inbox, my phone began ringing a couple times a day from unrecognizable numbers which was none other than Campaign phone banks. If I volunteered by completing three shifts of calling 80 people, knocking on 80 doors, or registering people to vote, I MAY be eligible for a credential, not a guarantee. Or they could pick my name from the information I submitted. They used my credential contact information to dupe me. (For the record, I will be doing some volunteering, but not until my life resumes to normal, or what I hope will be more normal in September. But they didn't have to use these tactics to convince me.)
I received a text message stating I was not one of the lucky chosen ones to attend Obama's speech, so I'll be watching the event of a lifetime with everyone else that gives a damn, on television. I feel so left out.
Oh and just because this is the only time I am going to talk about this, if I hear the word DELEGATE one more time, I think I am going to...