I was working on a lucrative deal with one of my biggest clients and they invited me to a professional football game.
In all my 37 years, I had never been to a professional football game. I expected to sit in the stands and have a hot dog and beer. After all, that’s what we do at a minor league baseball game. I was totally surprised when I found out that we were going to be in a VIP football box. The client met me outside and we walked up to the football box. Inside, the place looked like an office. There was a bartender serving drinks in the corner and a buffet table filled with snacks like canapes, tarts, and finger foods. The client told me to order a drink and we sat down at a table to talk about the deal. We sat around for a few minutes and then the client had to leave. He told me to order a drink and watch the game and promised that he would be back to sign all the paperwork. I sat in the football box and enjoyed the free drinks and cold AC. The outdoor temperature was 93 degrees and most of the players on the field looked miserable. I almost felt bad to sit in the box with the AC, beer, and little finger sandwiches. When the client finally came back at halftime, he signed all of the paperwork and left. He told me to stay until the end of the game and drink as much as I want. He told the driver of his town car to take me home when the game was over.