Big Papi is straight up making balls leave the yard and shirts fly off the shelves.
After his walk-off heroics Monday night vs. Cleveland, Kintees had nine separate orders (of which four customers ordered multiple shirts) they came in from Cali, Arizona, Georgia, Vermont, Mass, Maryland, Nueva York, and the People’s Republic of Nantucket.
Super Sweet.
i went to pimp shirts at the red sox/yankees game. pretty exciting, fairly successful. i handed out a ton of cards and mingled with a lot of interesting folks.
i started off at whiskey, home of spanking hot waitresses and 30 cent wings. also home of the $5 corona (yes, five dollars american). i suppose that they have to make the money up somewhere. met a bunch of folks who loved the papi shirt.
walked over to and completely around fenway park. almost got run over by a rat that was the size of a semi. apparently i was too small to eat, it just ambled by. either that or it was scared off by “boomer” wells, who was leaving in his suv when i strode past the players entrance.
if you have loved the cask and flagon, in all its dingy glory, shitty crowded bar area, shitty wooden booths - did i mention dingy? - prepare to be stunned. the entire place has been transformed into a roomy, brick and glass, hip, semi-classy bar. tremendous talent pool. met some great folks in the cask, a bunch of whom asked where i got my shirt (which is precisely the reaction i wanted from people). there were several lovely ladies to whom i tried to sell pink vtek attire. and some really drunk guys asking me if i knew where to score meth… go figure.
at the end of the game, i stood in front of the cask by the lightpole and handed out a card to anyone who made eye contact or commented on the shirt. my guess is that i sold four or five shirts that night.
i also said “hi” to bernie williams as he walked swiftly past me towards kenmore sq.
