You've heard me tell you here before about Tim Staudt's obliviousness to those around him. Recently, he's walked in the wrong door to the studio while the FOX show was darn near able to shake hands with A.J. as he bustled by some background partitions. Another night, when I wished a photographer well on his last night of work here, Tim looked over at me in the commercial break before sports and asked this--
Tim: What he's leaving?
Me: Yeah, got a new job. Why don't you tell Chick congrats?
Me: John... Chickering... the guy who helped you cut your sports highlights five minutes ago.
Tim: I'm no good with names. They're in and out of here so fast, I mean...
Last night at 11 he took it to a new level.
To understand the logistics of our studio, you must know that we have two doors to get in. One is right next to the weather keywall where the weather guys do their thing. Sometimes people will open it during a weathercast, but immediately shut it in horror of what they'd just done. As Andy is in the middle of his weather, Tim opens the door. But instead of waiting, he saunters in and on over to a chair at the other set to sit down. And then pulls out a magazine to read.
When Andy finished and we tossed it to break, I looked over at Tim and said, "Why didn't you just walk in and shake hands with Andy, there Tim?" He looks over and with a I-had-no-choice-tone says, "The other door was barricaded."
And by barricade, he means the velvet rope that sometimes hangs during newscasts. The one that takes all of .008 seconds to unclip and walk by.
Andy had a good laugh. And that's what makes this place pretty fun. Some places might have a weatherman, or anchor, or reporter who would go ballistic if that happened, but here it takes a lot more than that to rattle Andy-- or Tim for that matter. You could throw pies at them while they're on the air and it wouldn't phase them. I remember when, one of the many times, Tim's cell phone went off in his pocket during his show. I remember so vividly he was talking about John L. Smith and you could hear it ring on air. Tim, although startled a tad, calmly leaned, reached in his pocket and turned it off-- never missing a beat as he read his script for the story.
I don't know if I could pull something off like the two of them, but working with Tim, as you well know, I'll get the practice.