By Tom Watson
In the upper reaches of Invesco Field, there is a collision of
cultures afoot. Here in the stands, reporters and editors sit cheek by
jowl with Obama delegates. Their interests diverge. One group whistles,
screams, and stomps its feet so hard it moves one's insides around. The
other sits and stares at little screens, flailing away at laptops and
BlackBerries, trying to capture the moment and keep their bosses happy.
This behavior baffles the party faithful. "You call that
journalism?," one puzzled partisan exclaimed, as fingers flew over the
tiny keys. Elsewhere, the journalists' tendency to leave much-in-demand
seats to track down outlets for their many plugs created tension
with the die-hard Obama fans seeking the best vantage point from which
to hail their hero. When you sit mute while everyone else is raising
the roof, people look at you funny. Then, the moment of truth: a
surge of enthusiasm swept through Section 133. The partisans looked
over expectantly. The journalists huddled: Is it a conflict of interest
for the Fourth Estate to do the wave?
The unanimous decision: Yes we can't.
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