My story is a bit unconventional.
I probably sold hats to some of you in the late 90s. Cat in the hat style (I saw one of ours on the basevols Regional broadcast last week) and jester style with the bells on the ends. A picture of my last remaining example of this experience is below.
My dad and his buddy were having hard times financially and started selling these hats all over the Southeast to make ends meet. Tennessee, UNC, Virginia Tech, South Carolina, Georgia, and others. Tennessee was our favorite place to go.
When I was 13 he took me with him for the first time. I'd sell hats too and make 100-200 bucks each Saturday, which was a big deal to a 13-14 year old. I still remember hawking them on the hill above the stadium yelling "Hats, Seven Bucks!" It was gimmicky and I took a lot of crap from drunks and others but dang we sold a bunch of them every time we went.
This was in 98-99 by the way and a couple games (can't remember against who) we would buy tickets for 10-20 bucks each by scalpers who couldn't sell them by the middle of the 2nd quarter. We went up to the nosebleeds for the 3rd quarter and watched the game. I remember how I felt like the stadium was actually swaying and moving from the fan noise, and I'm sure it probably was. Then, we returned to our spots outside the stadium and sold more hats. I've been hooked ever since and have held season tickets for a while now that I will never give up.
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