A wise man once told me that when you work in sports you don’t want to watch sports.
This is the most true statement on this site. I worked at the minor league park in Charleston, WV for three seasons, two in the concession stand and a third in merchandise. I sometimes would be sent to grab something out of the storage area during games and would be somewhat surprised to see a game was happening, like I forgot why we were even there. During the last year I spent so much time at the park. I was using the restroom before a game, looked in the mirror and was surprised to see freckles on my nose. I hadn't looked in a mirror in so long, my face changed and I didn't realize it. Life was ballpark-sleep-ballpark-sleep, repeat ad nauseum. The only days off were the weekends where the team was on the road, and the play by play guy didn't even get that. It was fun in the moment, but miserable looking back.