Day 8 - Tres (3)

Tonight was the first game after a week long break. My muscles were already tightening up knowing my body was gonna go through hell again...I decided it was time to man-up and start this 6-game home-stand with carrying a full case.

I didn't sell a single beer till after the middle of the 1st inning...and then I sold an entire case in a matter of minutes. I couldn't believe it. Everyone expected it to be a slow night with it being so windy and the Blues playoff game taking place...no one expected to bring in that much money tonight...I had other plans.

By the end of the 7th inning, I had sold 3 cases of beer! Most of the guys in the commissary I was in (240) were asking how everyone did as they brought in their returns. I didn't have any returns and some guys asked if I was able to get through my first case...I replied proudly that I had gone through 3 cases. About 75% of the guys in our commissary (mostly veteran beer men) didn't make it through their first case. I was overjoyed! I'm still excited to know that I did so well!

Did I just pat myself on the back? Yes I did, because I hadn't had a game like this since opening day (which on opening day I sold 2 beers more than tonight)

Now I know commission was nice tonight, but I made a killing on tips tonight...I won't say exactly how much i made, but I made more tonight in the 4 hours I worked, than I did working 8 hours at my 2nd job earlier today. God has truly blessed me tonight.

I actually got to see a few friends tonight at the game! The one and only, Dan Drake was in the ball park tonight with the staff from FCCF and sitting in a few sections from my commissary (don't worry SLCC he didn't buy that many beers...and when i say "that many", i mean, he didn't buy any!) ha!

REMINDER: If you are going to be at a game, let me know and I'll do what I can to get to your section...even if it's just to say hi!

Okay, now for the story of the night...

I went to the restroom in the Redbird Club before I even started selling beer tonight. I walked in and witnessed the following: A guy (probably in his mid 40's) had his crotch positioned to be angled up at the hand dryer in the men's restroom. He saw me and had a look of embarrassment on his face and shook his head and kept on drying his shorts off. It took everything in me to not burst into laughter when I was in the stall.

That's it. I didn't encounter anything else really worthy of blogging about...just the usual night...only tonight I was selling a ton of beer!


Total sales thus far:
1 Bottle of Water
33 Bags of Peanuts
363 Bottles of Beer