This morning I woke up, did a little busy work, pretended to go to the gym, took a shower and headed out for lunch.
Exciting right?
I headed over to the Joe (Joe Louis Arena, home of the Detroit Red Wings) at about 2:30. I like getting there early on game days, just gives me something else to do, and “legitimate” office space. You’ll see what I mean in just a second.
The Joe is about as decrepit of a building as the city is that surrounds it. It was built in 1977, and every time I step foot in the door I feel like I’m transported back in time. The arena reeks of plastic-covered furniture and occasionally cigarette smoke (that’s right, the union still lets their boys smoke inside the building when they’re moving whatever the need to move). But it’s alive, always buzzing with a ton of people. You never really realize how many people go into staging a professional sporting event, but there we all are, shoved in under one roof scurrying around with a wide array of purposes.
I stroll in, I find that I stroll when I’m going to work, never really in a rush, always minding my own business. I always get flagged by the same security woman when I enter the West Entrance, I pass through the metal detector (which apparently has been unplugged for 6 years and never removed) and same thing every day, “You there, bag, over here.” They’re always the most pleasant people in the world, I don’t know if its because it’s a midwest thing, or because they’re just that happy to be in the good ‘ol JLA.
I hit the elevator bank right off the entrance. The building is falling apart, but
the freight elevator has diamond plating on it, go figure? I take it up to level five, past level seven and hit the highest point in the arena. The doors open and I’m greeted with storage space. Storage space that is gated with chain link fence and razor wire. Apparently when the circus is in town, the carnies tend to try and steal stuff from “upstairs,” and the property management decided the best way to protect their tons of SOLO cups and free posters was to gate them in, inside. True story.
I make my way through the cavern of crap and razor wire to the “Control Room.” The Control Room is where all of the on-site audio and video is dubbed. That means whatever you see on the JumboTron and hear from the rafters is generated upstairs in the Control Room. We have a little corner of space up in this area, you don’t think about it whenever you’re working up there, but you are literally hanging 80 feet off the ground over center ice when you are there.
This is our little corner, right outside the main control room. We do all our video editing and data generation from this one work station. Pretty cool right?



In these pictures you see our “cube,” the view from the Control Room and the SkyBOX video editor and shot tracker in action. You’ll see the box in the bottom left hand corner of our cube, those are some of SkyBOX iPods, or SkyPODs as I’ve started calling them. You’ll also notice that the devices running our video editor our Sony Vaio UX-es. For those of you Vivid Sky faithful, you’ll know those as the second generation SkyBOX. They’ve been recycled into the arsenal and now server as hardware for the video editor and the print server at the office. Oh start-ups and how we find a use for everything.
In the Control Room you can find the heartbeat of Vivid Sky, The SkyBOX Video Server:


From the front of the server and the back (the green light means its working haha, and you can see the four video feed we pull in from the back). But that’s it, a simple 1U rack server that handles both web hosting and video encoding and editing. Yep, we’re just that good. Let me tell you about .FLV and H.264 haha…
Remember the hanging 80 feet off the ice thing. Yeah I wasn’t kidding:



That’s the progression of view right outside the control room offices. In the last picture you can see the edge of the main scoreboard. We’re literally working right above it, hovering in the rafters. The 5th floor hangs from the roof, and is not a full “floor” in the general sense.
Tomorrow I’ll tell you why we do what we do up here in the air. The front end of the Vivid Sky stadium operation, where all those days as a Rockwell Automation Racing intern come out in full effect, and where I want to punt every pretentious regional sales manager in the face for thinking he runs the place…
Until then, good night and feel free to ask questions…
mjb