If there’s two things I’m a sucker for, it’s finding the center of attention and hovering close enough to not be accused of wanting it, but absorbing the glory anyway. And the other is a year’s supply of anything. There’s a hoarder inside of us all, right?
Last week, I went on a date to the tip-top of the Energy Solutions Center to watch the Jazz play the Minnesota Timberwolves. But more importantly, one of my date’s friend’s sister works for the Jazz and needed some people to go play musical chairs on the court at halftime. The winning prize? A year’s supply of Powerade.
I wish I could tell you how it all played out. But I was so drunk on attention hovering, Powerade hoarding, and breaking the barriers of going from fifth row from the top to courtside that I can’t remember anything until I was walking away with a certificate for 15 cases of Powerade. To be picked up any time I want. On Tuesdays or Thursdays. From 8am to 4pm. Hauled away by myself.
So once I lose my job, acquire a pickup truck and brute man-strength, I’m throwing a Powerade-sponsored party, and you’re all invited.