Now, their student manager program is roughly the equivalent of slave labor for Sri Lankan sweatshops. We worked preposterously long hours, rarely ever ate or slept, did not get paid, all the while striving to keep our grades up to avoid becoming academically ineligible. You may be asking, “Why on God’s green earth would you willing participate in such a scam?!” Well, we did receive tuition and book assistance, traveled with our teams, and had experiences no one else has had. Manager parties were also the sniznit. (Seriously – Lacrosse House and Hockey House had nothing on us.)
My junior year I was a manager for the football program. As a reward for being an outstanding
1) The J.W. Marriot we were put up in was approximately one block away from
Bourbon Street.
2) We were each handed $600 in per diem when we got there.
3) There was a Wendy’s and a McDonald’s with 99 cent and dollar menus within
walking distance of the hotel.
Do you really need me to tell you where the majority of our combined $7,200 went?
While the whole trip was an absolute shit-show, I want to highlight one particular evening we spent on Rue de Bourbon -- January 3rd, 2007.
This splendid night in January happened to also be the night of the game. You know – the thing we actually traveled to New Orleans for? After our boys bent over and took it from the opposing team for sixty minutes of pure ass-whopage, us managers felt it would only be appropriate to get good and schmackered on Bourbon Street.
And good and schmackered we got.
In time, and God only knows how, my ‘wifey’ Slawless and I were separated from the other nineteen people we were with. Things were very hazy for me at this point, but I do remember us being at a skeezy dance club with the heavy hitters from the team. We apparently danced with one player in particular – we’ll call him Prince Eric -- for quite some time before taking refuge on a nearby (possibly disease infested) couch.
(This is where any semblance of dignity I had not lost in the previous three years of college goes right out the window.)
While attempting to reduce my vision to only two of everything, Slawess observes a random skank – we’ll call her Skanky McRando -- giving Prince Eric a lap dance.
Slawless exclaims her disgust: “Ugh! I know her! She’s such a slut.”
To which my outstanding and resounding reply was, “Fuck that.”
I proceed to sway up, catch my balance, shove Skanky McRando off of Prince Eric’s lap, and carry on giving him one of my own drunken erotic boogies. (Apparently it is unacceptable if Skanky McRando simulates sexual moves on our players – but it is perfectly fine if I do.)
I wish I could tell you how the dance went. Or how we ended up at a strip club at 4:00am. Or how I got back to my hotel room. But I blacked out promptly after, “Fuck that.”
Slawless and I didn’t get back to the hotel until 7:00am. I guess most of the other dozen managers were leaving to catch their flights at this time. Thank all that is good and holy my flight wasn’t until 3:00pm.
I did not sober up until I landed in Milwaukee that evening at 5:00pm.
Prince Eric was drafted that year to the Cleveland Browns. Mother was horrified. Father was proud.
Incase you were wondering, yes, photographic evidence was taken. If you want to see them you must give me your first-born child, Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups, and your e-mail address (or just your e-mail address).
4 comments:
You don't want my firstborn. It will probably be a tardbaby. But I sure do want to see pictures of that. Kitty_wich@yahoo.com lady.
Oh, and I've TOTALLY felt that whole "No one can skank on my boys except ME" thing. I also tend to get lapdancy at strip clubs. I don't know...
you don't want my first born either..she will talk your ear off...lol
I am there with you girl because I get like that too. No one can do it like me...it isn't so pretty drunk though...ha.ha.
I love the picture. wow, you are wasted. Funny blog.
who is prince eric? i love NFL. at least give me position and if he starts or sits on the bench.
@ Just a Girl The pics are on their way over chicka! :-)
@ Blondie Nothing is very pretty when one is wasted liek that... That is definitely one of my favorite pictures from the trip!
@ Danimal He's a quarterback and he's in one of the pictures I have linked. If you can guess who he is I might give you a prize! :-P
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