Day 30 - The Beer Man with no voice

I didn't encounter the lady who accepts tips in the parking garage today...I was rather bummed...because I wanted to leave her a tip...ha! ok, not really...

Tonight was the first time I've been back in over a week. I knew my body was going to pay for being so lazy in between games...As I type this, I can feel it in my arms and legs...they will hate me in the morning.

I go into commissary 240 and notice a bunch of high schoolers running around in vendor shirts...I thought to myself, "crap, the food vendors are back"

The food vendors are anyone who doesn't sell beer...either because they don't want to or aren't old enough...and yes, there are guys who are over 21 and choose not to sell beer. They also tend to get in the way of beer men and like to run their mouths a lot...(well, most of them). I found out that they brought in the food vendors after hiring a bunch of people to prepare for the All-Star festivities.

I thought to myself that if the food vendors are back in Commissary 240, then we won't have to sell 3 items during a game...(when the food vendors were removed from com.240, beer vendors had to sell 3 items instead of just 2) Nope. still had to sell 3 items. Luckily for me, there weren't enough buttons to go around for everyone and so I just sold beer and water.

Not having a bag of peanuts and cracker jacks over my shoulder really messed me up. I have been used to having it to help me keep my balance while going up and down steps...So there were a few times I thought I was gonna go face-first into the steps and the beer tub was gonna go for a ride...


As the game got started, the humidity was so high, I felt as if it was suffocating me. I was rolling in sweat before I even got out of the locker room and by the time I started to sell beer, sweat was rolling down my face.

I'm going to blame this on the humidity...or maybe it was because I had the feeling like I needed to burp, but couldn't all night (you know that feeling like you got a burp caught in your throat)...but I felt like I wasn't yelling very loud tonight. I just felt like every time I did my beer call, it wasn't projecting. Had the beer man lost his touch by being off for over a week? I just felt like a mute most of the time because even when the crowd was silent and my voice still didn't project.

Over and over again, I'd clear my throat and give out a holler. I would stop and drink some water and go back at it...no luck. I just decided that I'd do what I could do and try to do better tomorrow.

I honestly don't have any great stories besides that. I got to refuse selling beer to a girl cause she didn't have an ID...even though she just finished off a beer as she was trying to buy one from me. Then when I told her I couldn't sell her one, she was trying to get her friend to buy her one and I told her I couldn't do that either. She wasn't happy and I wasn't going to lose my job, so she just had to deal with it.

Tomorrow is supposed to be a high of 95...I might sweat off another 5 pounds tomorrow!

Totals thus far:
41 Bottles of Water
56 Bags of Cracker Jacks
118 Bags of Peanuts
1678 Bottles of Beer