the negotiator
I make myself sick sometimes. Just two short posts ago, I say that I'm in a blogging funk and plan on breaking out of it and yet, here I am, waiting another extended period of time before writing. Well, now that I have just expelled that emotion, time to move on.
I'm not one for grieving.
So this past weekend a couple co-worker friends and I made a pilgrimage up to the my homeland of Green Bay for the third annual Packers Fan Fest. It's an event that gives fans an opportunity to meet some of the players, get autographs, check out Lambeau Field including some areas that game day fans can't see like the players locker room. Really nice event. It was quite a group of fans there too. First, there was the normal Packers fans like my friends and I and then there were those who were let out of their parent's basement for their once a year journey out into the sun away from there couch made of cheeseheads. Wow. There's some weird people out there folks.
And, I think I found a new career path, Sales. For the first time at Fan Fest, rather than have be a free for all, the Packers organization gave fans 4 tickets for certain players at certain times to get autographs. If they didn't like what they had, they could go to an area in the Atrium called the "Trading Pit" or "Derek's Slaughterhouse" as I like to think of it. Not to brag, well yes, to brag, I was a machine. When all said and done, I parlayed my 3, second rate players and 1 current head coach into a list of 10 or so former Super Bowl players and personnel.
It was ridiculous. I had people bringing me the players I was looking for for crying out loud. In the words of Jim Rome, and an inside joke from the weekend, I was PHENOMONAL.
Then there was the shadow.
We were in line for the locker room tour and as we moved through the maze of ropes like cattle, this, what can only be called a "socially challenged" person (see the second group of fans at the event I alluded to earlier), was literally inches behind me and/or Andy. We had to work together to keep this dude and his wretched breath behind us. It was incredible. No hint short of an elbow to the gut was getting this guy to back up. In hindsight we should have probably just asked him politely to move back, but that's not in our nature. So what do we do instead? That's right, we have the third member of our party take pictures of us making strange faces as the SCP (socially-challenged person, keep up people) is hovering over our shoulders.
Good times, looking forward to next year. Go Pack in '07!
I'm not one for grieving.
So this past weekend a couple co-worker friends and I made a pilgrimage up to the my homeland of Green Bay for the third annual Packers Fan Fest. It's an event that gives fans an opportunity to meet some of the players, get autographs, check out Lambeau Field including some areas that game day fans can't see like the players locker room. Really nice event. It was quite a group of fans there too. First, there was the normal Packers fans like my friends and I and then there were those who were let out of their parent's basement for their once a year journey out into the sun away from there couch made of cheeseheads. Wow. There's some weird people out there folks.
And, I think I found a new career path, Sales. For the first time at Fan Fest, rather than have be a free for all, the Packers organization gave fans 4 tickets for certain players at certain times to get autographs. If they didn't like what they had, they could go to an area in the Atrium called the "Trading Pit" or "Derek's Slaughterhouse" as I like to think of it. Not to brag, well yes, to brag, I was a machine. When all said and done, I parlayed my 3, second rate players and 1 current head coach into a list of 10 or so former Super Bowl players and personnel.
It was ridiculous. I had people bringing me the players I was looking for for crying out loud. In the words of Jim Rome, and an inside joke from the weekend, I was PHENOMONAL.
Then there was the shadow.
We were in line for the locker room tour and as we moved through the maze of ropes like cattle, this, what can only be called a "socially challenged" person (see the second group of fans at the event I alluded to earlier), was literally inches behind me and/or Andy. We had to work together to keep this dude and his wretched breath behind us. It was incredible. No hint short of an elbow to the gut was getting this guy to back up. In hindsight we should have probably just asked him politely to move back, but that's not in our nature. So what do we do instead? That's right, we have the third member of our party take pictures of us making strange faces as the SCP (socially-challenged person, keep up people) is hovering over our shoulders.
Good times, looking forward to next year. Go Pack in '07!
posted by Derek at 9:31 PM
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