NBA TV has been airing the training camps of various NBA teams, including the Knicks, Lakers, Wizards, and Heat. While watching them, I noticed that at some of the practices there are fans watching. I called the Berto Center, which is the Bulls practice facility, multiple times to see if they allow fans in. There was no answer.
This morning I drove to the Berto Center to check out the scene and see if I could sneak a peak into the Bulls practice. The facility is tucked away in a corporate office neighborhood, across the street from the Walgreen’s headquarters. The only way you would know it is the Bulls practice facility is by a small Bulls logo painted on the asphalt in the parking lot -- and the Bentleys, Range Rovers, and BMWs parked behind a closed gate.
I walked to the entrance of the building to find a note on the door asking me to ring the buzzer to the right. BZZZZZ….
Me: Hello, I’m here to watch the Bulls training camp!
Her: Who are you?
Me: My name is Ned Bothfeld
Her: Are you a member of the media?
Me: No, but I have a blog, Big & Little NBA Transactions. Maybe you’ve heard of it?
Her: No.
Me: Is there a certain time I can watch training camp?
Her: Never. It’s closed to everyone but the media.
Me: What if I slipped you a 20?
Her: No
Me: Can I try out? I have a sweet J…
Silence.
Determined to get some sort of value out of my journey, I walked over to a door on the side of the building. I held my ear up to it and could hear practice taking place – squeaking sneakers, Joakim Noah calling out screens, and Coach Thibideau barking out instructions. I was so close yet so far from it. If I can hear it why won’t they let me watch it? As a last ditch effort, I walked over to a Fox News reporter who was unloading his camera equipment from his car.
Me: Hello, do you have any extra media passes?
Him: I don’t, I’m sorry.
Me: Can I come in with you and we can say I’m your camera assistant or something?
Him: I can’t, I don’t want to risk my credentials.
Me: Oh come on. It will work.
Him: Get a job in the media and then you can come in.
Me: Shit. That sucks. Thanks for your time.
Thus, my attempt to watch training camp ended. Maybe tomorrow I will return with a keyhole camera and watch practice Erin Andrews style.