Once in the central Vancouver area, a few things immediately struck me: I didn't expect the ratio of Canadians to non-Canadians to be so high, and there was advertising EVERYWHERE. Another overarching theme of the Olympics was that all its sponsors and other companies present wanted to show that they were "going green," and are an environmentally friendly organization.
Going to to the games, we really had no plans but to experience the city from marketing point of view. We had no tickets, no time constraints, but we would consider buying tickets if a good opportunity presented itself. And we did in fact have the opportunity to, but I wouldn't call them a good one. Tickets were sold out long before our arrival to the Canada/Finland game on Friday, but on the street they were going for about $500 each. We could have seen a single race of speed skating for $150, but the idea of just a few minutes of action at that price couldn't be justified.
So with no scheduled events, we walked. And we walked. And walked some more. But we never stopped encountering cool stuff! We came across a "mini-curling" event put on by Vitamin Water, where I won a tee shirt for sliding a bottle across a table onto a target. The walls of the buildings were all either wrapped or projected on with promotions or Canadian patriotism. One block long wall of Sears had an enormous Nike projection on it that read phrases that Canadians had submitted through Nike's Facebook page.
After meeting some fun Americans from Minnesota, and teaming up with them to talk some friendly trash, we left to roam around some more around 1:00am. Once we stepped out of the pub, we were immediately overwhelmed by the sight of Granville Street. It was flooded with Canadians. They were going crazy: chanting, screaming, singing, dancing. It was absolute insanity and we were loving it.
The next day, we walked more, of course. This time I was on the hunt for souvenirs. Not as easy as expected considering their pricing, and that most U.S.A. stuff had been sold out for days, and in some cases, weeks. At one point we even waited in line for 30 minutes to get into the "Official Olympics store," in the Hudson's Bay Co. which I learned was like the Canadian version of Macy's/Norstrom, but had actually been around longer.
Inside we were given a limited edition 2010 Winter Olympics bottle of Coke to drink and carry with us to the different activities. The first activity we did was to have our picture taken holding a faux Olympic torch. Instinctively, I took the American Flag off of my shoulders and waved it proudly next to the torch, to quickly be booed. Next we took a picture with the Coca-Cola polar
One of the most impressive things about this entire Coke experience is that they were able to have people line up for about a total of two to three hours, in the rain, and I did not see a single grumpy, frustrated face on the inside. They truly were "Open[ing] Happiness." The brand equity those who attended earned from that presentation will be unforgettable and more valuable than any clever print ad. I must admit that I cannot think of a better event for Coke to sponsor. The Olympics was an experience unlike anything else. People were patriotic and competitive yet everyone was nice to one another and constantly... happy.
Less than 100 days until the World Cup... and who knows- maybe I'll make it to London for 2012?
Happiness - [hap-ee-nis] n. 1. good fortune; pleasure; contentment; joy 2. Coca-Cola
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