Hands type fast while eyes follow the transmission in one of the TVs around the place. On one side someone replies emails. Photos are being edited. Someone else reads, while others get some rest for a while. The different colors on the clothes create a kaleidoscopic effect which intensifies when they mingle and chat. “Who won gold? What time is Colombia’s turn? Was there a full house at the Romelio? How was Puerto Rico’s performance?”
The hundreds of journalists who each day meet at the Press room of the XXIII Central American and Caribbean Sports Games work frenetically to show their audience the outcomes from an ambitious Games. Over than five thousands athletes and almost thirty sports make this event a landmark which requires joint efforts. The amount of data, numbers, names records and venues can swallow even the best of intentions. Good focus and great discipline are key for these data athletes.
In our context, final users are resorting even less to press sources for information on medals or records. Without giving its due credit, truth is that kind of information is gotten through other ways. That is why it’s essential for the press to dig into that ground and bring out to light the stirring stories that surely go along with the lives which move on the pitches or tracks.
As is well-known for those who live it, it’s both important the sports record as the experience that is lovely kept in the memories. Behind every sweatdrop, every encouraging word, every scream, tear or pain; surely there are hiding some wonderful, painful, tough, hopeful stories. Stories of humans, as are those who came down from Olympus to compete.
With the same rigour and methodology the data requires, but also with the sensibility and heart the body requires, the press reunited at these Games is tasked to show the heat hiding under that cold data. May the Press Room thrill with the passion of telling stories, the stories of these Games.