Saturday Was Truly a Fan’s Fantas

April 30, 2007 | WNST Interns

My work (if you want to call it that) began at approximately 11:45. That was the time I arrived at Putty Hill Station. Before I could get to the front door, Ken, from and his friend Corey, greeted me.

Ken is one of the most knowledgeable draft guys I know. He looked like a kid on Christmas morning. He had his notes and value chart, waiting to get the day started.

So, there we are me, Ken, and Corey. Then Raven Jan strolled in. Then Tom walks by me. Then Thom comes up to my table. After that, Sean, the producer sits down. Later, Mark Unger comes in. “Hey John,” I yelled, as John the weekend producer sits next to me. Then Zack, my childhood homie. Then Coach LA from Northwood. Yes, the Coors Light Models arrived. Then, Coach Rob from Loch Raven. Then Toshah and the list kept growing.

There I am, at Putty Hill Station with my friends, watching the draft. The food was great, the draft, all seven hours of it, was phenomenal, and the service was impeccable.

We yelled at Mike from Rosedale the entire time. I lost my voice and had the time of my life. And this was work. I have a difficult time calling this work. Don’t get me wrong, Nestor’s got to pay me. But how many guys can sit in one of the better establishments in Baltimore County, drink Coors Light, take picture with beautiful ladies, and talk football. I you missed it, you missed it. Make up for it next year. Same bat time, same bat channel.