Last Tuesday night, I lost something very special to me. Something I've held near and dear to my heart for several months. One of the most unique things I've ever encountered, really, and it's gone, quite possibly forever. It's almost too difficult to talk about but I'm going to try to look through my welled-up eyes and get through it for you, oh loyal readers. Last Tuesday night, I lost...oh this is too hard. Last Tuesday night, I lost my...I'm trying, people. I'm trying. Okay, here goes. Last Tuesday night, I lost my beer hook-up at Fenway Park!!WWWWWAHAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!! (I'm really crying right now. People just poked their heads out of their cubes to get a good look!!).
Okay, here's a little back-story. My Mom went to the Sox game on Friday night and mentioned that she hadn't seen Phil (aka, my Miller Lite Guy) at his station. Puzzled, she said she asked the blonde who works next to him where Phil was. "He took the night off," she replied. Being a bartender myself, I found this rather bizarre. I mean, the guy only has a job when the Sox are in town and to take a Friday night off seemed strange. "Eh, he must have had something really important to do," I said to my Mom when she told me the story on our way into the game last night.
Well, come to find out when we go up to Phil last night to get beers and give him crap for taking the night off, that he didn't actually take the night off. He was forced to after being suspended!!! "Suspended??!!," I exclaimed. "For what??!!" "For doing what I do," he replied sadly, meaning hooking people up with beer!! Apparently, I wasn't the only one. (Not that I thought I was, but still).
It was all I could do not to start balling right then and there. I mean, God damn it! I still have four more games to go to this season, including Sunday night against the Yankees, a game I know I'm going to need to slug a few back more than ever. I want to know who the dumb-ass was that ruined it for the rest of us!! I'm just glad it wasn't me. I could tell last night that Phil was really torn up about it. I guess the blonde got in trouble too, but Phil got it worse because "he's the guy," she said. He said next season, he'd have to figure something out. I hope so, Phil. I hope so. Until then, I'll cherish the 16-game VIP beer status I had this season and try my best to adapt to life among the little people again.
RIP beer hook-up. Go with God.
(For the record, I've been trying to post this since Wednesday and Blogger has been very disagreeable!!!! Still have date news to come and weekend recap).
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