Several years ago I worked a concession stand at the RCA Dome for my Kiwanis Club. We were one of only 2 stands on the upper level that sold beer. We were always busy. The Colts hosted the Packers in a pre-season game, and many of their fans were sitting in the section above our stand. We had a 4-beer limit per customer and would poor the beers as they were ordered. For this game the Packer fans eventually stopped ordering beer, they just walked up holding up 4 fingers. We had someone dedicated to pouring beer constantly because they were going out as fast as we could pour them. We would normally sell around 300 beers per game and that night we sold 1100. It was a great fundraiser night!
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We all live in stories... It seems to me that a definition of any living vibrant society is that you constantly question those stories... The argument itself is freedom. It's not that you come to a conclusion about it. Through that argument you change your mind sometimes... That's how societies grow. When you can't retell for yourself the stories of your life then you live in a prison... Somebody else controls the story. - S. Rushdie
Ha! At the Colorado State game somebody spilled beer over a bunch of folks in front of them. I can't really imagine drinking beer at a football game - especially if I have to hump it back to my row, wriggle down that row in front of a lot of people, and then it's a freaking football game so what if something huge happens? It's the same reasoning when it comes to food and pop. No freaking thanks unless it's halftime.
drinking beer doesn't have to mean missing the game. just use the facilities at half or after the game. or get a catheter.
Get your BB tickets now!!!
The last 5 years in Frisco we started purposely sitting toward the top of the East side on the end of a row. Could damn near go up grab beers and be back in your seat between plays
You suggest that catheter in jest but as the years begin to pass you by you should learn to get comfortable with the reality.
Before the plague descended I was in the Buffalo Ford dealer to get my F150 serviced. As I waited an elderly fellow customer came into the showroom with the urine bag suspended from his belt. Externally.
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