Friday night at Busch Stadium...usually it's a sold out crowd and the stadium gets packed early in the evening...usually...
It was 6:30 and it looked like the stadium was as empty as a Monday night game would be...hardly anyone was there yet!
I was able to at least make a sale before the game started...which was a vast improvement from the rest of this week.
All I have to say is thank God for that long 7th inning, even if the Rockies scored 9 in the top of the 7th...it was those 3 pitching changes made by the Cards that extended that 'last call'...I was able to sell a case and a half during the 7th inning...which seemed to last nearly an hour!
Stories:
I had went to use the restroom before I took out my tub of beer and as I was standing the sink washing my hands...I noticed several other guys had walked in. Then I glanced up in the mirror and something very odd caught my attention. I saw a much older gentlemen walk up to a urinal and start to pull one leg of his shorts up...he had it hiked up to where I'm pretty sure he didn't bother unbuttoning his shorts to go.
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I walked down towards the bottom of a section and was yelling out my beer call when I had noticed two ladies in her mid-40's staring right at my tub of beer. I thought, this should be an easy sell...if they are eyeballing that tub of beer, they are already wanting one... I asked one of them if she wanted one and I had noticed her and the lady sitting next to her were talking about me...they kept whispering back and forth and pointing down at me. She chuckled and asked me if I was even old enough to be selling beer. I did the routine of asking her how old she thought I was. Her friend next to her yelled "18" right away without hesitating. The lady I asked the question to responded back with a hesitant "21...22?" I replied that I was 26. They both laughed and one of them said, "The older we get, the younger you look." Then the one next to her said, "And the more we drink, the better you look."
I'm not even making this up...it caught me off guard because I was thinking, hey, I wanted to use that as a beer call at one point...but wait...did she just say I didn't look good now? What the hell??!?! So then as they were laughing one of them said, 'come back later on'...and as I was walking away she said, 'wow, i think he's just trying to get me drunk...well, i'll let him'.
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While I was kneeling at the end of a section yelling out my beer call, I noticed an older gentleman was sitting on the end of a row and he had a glove on one hand and a beer in the other. He seriously looked like he was originally casted for for a role in one of the Grumpy Old Men movies. While I was there, a foul ball came back over the net and landed a few sections over and nearly hit a beer man. The older gentleman looked at me and asked if I had ever had any close calls with a foul ball coming back and hitting me. I told him how I've had a few close calls where the ball hit 3 or 4 seats away from where I was selling beer. He told me not to worry because I hadn't had him around when foul balls were hit towards me and that he would be sure to catch them...
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After I had checked out for the night, I was standing in the commissary talking to a few guys and David (a beer man) asked me how I did. I responded that I made it 9 into my 4th case. He looked over at another beer man who he usually goes down to the lower sections and sells with and told him, 'Josh did better than we did tonight.' The other beer man looked back and said, 'No, cause I did 4 cases and he was just getting into his 4th.' David looked back at me and said, 'Well he did better than me. So you feel like you're starting to get the hang of this then?' I replied, 'Yeah, this week hasn't been the best, but yeah, I'm getting the hang of it.' One of the other beer men said, "well hell, I wish you weren't."
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Another game tonight...hopefully more beer thirsty people will show up tonight...
Totals thus far:
33 Bottles of Water
46 Bags of Cracker Jacks
110 Bags of Peanuts
1546 Bottles of Beer
Saturday, June 6, 2009
Day 28 - Crazy Cougars and Foul Balls
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