holla at the beer men
every tuesday is maxwell's night. but if you've been reading, you already know that. tonight was another packed night, on account of the twins game. the result of said game, i'd rather not talk about. our table was so overflowing, that hope, riley and i split from our group and sat next to some older dudes. probably one of the better decisions i've made in my life, because the conversation that unfolded with these dudes was awesome.
these dudes were beer men. the guys who run up and down the stairs at minneapolis sporting events, so people can drink without leaving their seats. there was four of them. two quiet ones. a creepy guy, who stared more than talked, and when he did talk he used the word "peeps." and there was mullet guy, who sells malt cups not beer. then there were the two guys we talked to, tony and scary dan.
tony's pretty good with numbers. he guessed what year we were born and was only a couple years off. we had a nice talk on how young people love getting tattoos. and how funny it'll be when we are senior citizens with saggy tattoos. the conversation jumped around. he showed us a picture of his family. one of the best parts was when he demonstrated his beer holler.
of course, sports dominated the conversation. that's probably why i enjoyed sitting by them so much. scary dan and tony had fun testing our sports iq. they quizzed hope and riley on twins and other big name players. i fed them some of the answers. they were surprised by how much i knew about sports. tony doesn't think young people like sports as much as in the past (they must be too focused on getting tattoos or something). riley's willing to learn more though. scary dan and tony wrote a homework assignment down on a napkin for her. if she completes it, they'll buy her a beer in two weeks after the twins-chisox game. they are beer men after all. holla.