Â Â Â Â Â DOES THE SIZZLE SELL THE STEAK?
No one asked me, but if they did the answer would be loud and clear: YES!
Â Â Â Â Â I’m sure it would be the same
response coming off the lips of veteran PR people — who didn’t mind being
called press agents — who were skilled at selling sizzle, not
steak. They learned early on how to grab the media’s attention.
Â Â Â Â Â Not so any more. Things have changed.
Publicity stunts — believe it or not — are somewhat taboo in the new
Â Â Â Â Â I spent nearly 20 years beating the
drums for gambling emporiums. This, of course, was way before casinos were
nearly everywhere. In those days, gambling mainly existed at the old racetrack.
Â Â Â Â Â We married a jockey at Finger Lakes
in Western New York. And, guess who gave the bride away? Are you listening, Bill
Thayer? He slid into a tuxedo for the occasion. A large party tent was
pitched in the parking lot and a good time was had by one and all. And, the turn
styles clicked in record fashion. Who didn’t want to see a couple married in
the paddock? The bride and groom met at the track where he rode and she sold
Â Â Â Â Â The story got a lot of ink. So much so
that a dentist regular wanted the bride to look her best. He made her a small
bridge so she could smile pretty.
Â Â Â Â Â Those were the days.
Â Â Â Â Â The outfit I worked for was cheaper
than a free buffet. Everything had to be hustled. The late Chris Fio Rito
put together a six-piece band. Towards the end of the day the announcers told
visitors that the party would continue after the races and anyone interested in
avoiding traffic could stop by, have a drink and dance with the bride.
Management was shocked to find over 1,000 people staying on.
Â Â Â Â Â The story captured the interest of
national press. Wire services, radio, television and big time newspapers all
Â Â Â Â Â Those were the days, my friend. We
thought they’d never end.
Â Â Â Â Â They did!
Â Â Â Â Â Many of today’s PR clones simply fax
or email press releases. In my opinion they are poor substitutes for a personal
endorsement of the person or event.
Â Â Â Â Â I can remember once carting about three
pounds of pasta in a big bowl. It made a good photo prop for a Tampa cab driver,
Mike Aprille, who bragged he could eat five pounds of spaghetti. He was
the star entrant in the spaghetti-eating contest to be held at Pocono Downs racetrack
near Scranton, Pa. Rows of tables were set up in front of the grandstand. There
were more than a dozen contestants, but Mike was the last one eating and he won
all the marbles. He had eaten nearly seven pounds of pasta. I don’t remember
who was second, but a jockey who came in third by packing away just over six
Â Â Â Â Â When you were trying to get ink at
Pocono Downs, you needed all the help you could get. The pasta did it.
Â Â Â Â Â At GamingToday we receive
plenty of press releases each week. Most aren’t worth the paper they’re
printed on. Unfortunately, that’s the state of a forgotten art in the 21st
Â Â Â Â Â But, hold your hat! It wasn’t always
that way. Las Vegas has had a colorful history of publicity stunts. When the
army was detonating nuclear bombs 75 miles outside of town, local PR people made
sure the showgirls’ swimsuits had mushroom cloud designs. The Atomic Cocktail
was born in that era. Players were told they could start a lucky streak when the
explosion took place. That really got patrons excited. They loved it.
Â Â Â Â Â Today it’s a different story. Too
many PR people seem to have forgotten how to get a headline.
Â Â Â Â Â GamingToday has sought
stories that would be of interest to readers and, at the same time, generate ink
for local casinos.
Â Â Â Â Â The first story was interviewing a
ticket seller in a racebook about their experiences with a wide range of
customers. The sports director at the major Strip resort liked the idea, but the
corporate suits “upstairs” squelched it. When a casino was
found that would let us talk to their ticket sellers, we were admonished not to
take any photos or print anything that might be critical of the casino.
Â Â Â Â Â We also thought a story about a
hotel’s lost and found department would make interesting reading. The
publicity director we reached out to for assistance said, “I don’t have the
time to work on it.” The only time we required was a phone call to set up an
interview with security or lost and found.
Â Â Â Â Â Not having the time is not a good
excuse. Time should be found. It doesn’t matter if it’s the world’s
largest newspaper or the smallest. Ink is ink.
Â Â Â Â Â Oh well, times change.