Showing posts with label George Hincapie. Show all posts
Showing posts with label George Hincapie. Show all posts

Tuesday, March 8, 2016

Ambassadors Can Hurt You

News broke with all the welcome of some ill-timed, post fondu flatulence that Tag Heuer has bailed out of their negotiations with (now) former brand ambassador Maria Sharapova.  Ms. Sharapova was "touched" for a positive sample that bore Meldonium.  For those readers out there who do not frequent pharmacies in former Soviet satellite nations, Meldonium is (per the Guardian's reporting) -
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used to treat ischaemia: a lack of blood flow to parts of the body, particularly in cases of angina or heart failure.

Now while I will be the first to chime in with "CHEATING IS BAD", let's really look at this in light of recent scandals as it does beg the question of just how far does a celebrity ambassador - or a company employee for that matter - have to have screwed up before the chord gets cut?

Tiger Woods - Golf superstar, devoted husband and father, serious challenger to Wilt Chamberlain's record - and no, I'm not referring to the 100 points he dropped on the Knicks back in 1962.  Nike stood by him, and he is now a Rolex ambassador.

Tom Brady - Arguably one of the all-time greatest quarterbacks in NFL history, may or may not have colluded with confederates to alter the air pressure in footballs, easy on the eyes (or so I've been told) - didn't miss a beat and is now one of the faces of Tag Heuer.

George Hincapie - A super cyclist - there is no disputing that.  After stonewalling and helping to ruin several other cyclists careers as a "loyal lieutenant", he is now reborn.  Dipped in magic waters and lauded by a certain Geneva brand.

The more cynical out there might opine that as Ms. Sharapova's positive doping test ran parallel to a perceived decline in her tennis abilities and her age (i.e. marketability with "red-blooded men"), and this made it more of a financial decision than one of morality for Nike and Tag Heuer.  If I am very honest, I don't really care if it did or it didn't.  The day of the ambassador is slowly, thankfully sputtering to an end.  And I think that perhaps this is for the best as it will encourage watch companies to make and promote watches.

But the Sharapova case is poignant because when it comes to the behavior of ambassadors there are mistakes, and well, mistakes.

If we are honest with ourselves, what is clear is that the world of sport is not the Olympian ideal that we once held it to be.  The competition is tough, and it does not tolerate second place.

And while I hold Tommie Smith in extremely high regard for his stance at the 1968 Olympics, it bears mentioning that he was visibly displaying a piece of Puma footwear on the medal stand in Mexico City, not on his foot...

Ultimately it is not about sport for sport's sake.  It is business.  Sport is just a handy marketing delivery device.

And perhaps it is time that we accept the fact that athletes are indeed human, that their physical prowess does not magically endow them with the type of character that we sometimes automatically bestow upon them, and that it is certainly likely that just like everyone else - they sometimes cheat.




Monday, June 1, 2015

Hublot...

Updated note - this will most likely be my last piece about Hublot for the foreseeable future.  I find myself perplexed and bewildered by the choices that they make in terms of PR - and frankly I would be the first to say that at the moment with decisions to partner with Floyd Mayweather, FIFA (at least in the recent past) and some others they make an easy (and possibly unfair) target for satire.  The purpose of good satire is to call attention to something that maybe is not right, could be done better, should be changed.  When you realize that all the requests, satirical jibes, heart felt conversations go nowhere - it is time to move on.  

So Hublot, I don't get or understand you, but in fairness that's not exactly your raison d'etre ; )  and I am but one person out there, so best of luck with whatever your media plan is.  I just don't get it, but maybe that's just me.

From Up in the Air - 
Ryan Bingham: You know why kids love athletes? 
Bob: Because they (expletive) lingerie models. 
Ryan Bingham: No, that's why we love athletes. Kids love them because they follow their dreams.

This just in from the "You just couldn't make this stuff up" file.  Hublot has teamed up with... sportsman, husband of underwear model and well-known fan of "fair play" - Tom Brady!
Courtesy of Hublot
Now on the surface, I can say that I am a "teensy" bit conflicted because the press release from Nyon today was to herald their participation in a charity event.  And I am a big fan of charitable activities.  But as a fan of watches and someone who writes about them, I do not (at least of late) have anything too positive to write about Hublot and their PR choices.


So what's the big deal?

Well....

Only those mad genius PR folks at Hublot could create a two-ring media circus that would feature:

1.  Tom Brady - lately of "deflate gate" with an important message to you youngsters out there - cheating is a-okay so long as you don't get caught.  He still has a Super Bowl ring coming his way - but if there is ANY justice out there it will come with a big old asterisk next to it in the record books.

But wait, there's more!

Speaking of cheating being okay until you get caught...
Courtesy of Hublot



2.  That other fan of fair play - George Hincapie!!!  Yes, now that his competitive cycling days are behind him, "Mr. Clean" has turned his attention to philanthropy and was on hand to unveil the "innovative Hublot Best Buddies Cycling timepiece" - apparently designed for cyclists.  I can only presume that apart from being light weight, it also provides Mr. Hincapie a 6-month countdown feature.  I guess Lance Armstrong was not available.



Here's the thing - I KNOW that the Best Buddies Challenge is a positive thing - and full disclosure I intend to participate in the San Simeon/Hearst Castle event in September and invite anyone from Hublot to come ride with me - so long as they promise not to shove a bike pump into my spokes ; )  The only performance enhancing substances I will be able to offer will be espresso, prosciutto sandwiches and possibly a glass or two of red wine, so I will not count on Mr. Hincapie.

But the invitation is out there.