Basement To Barstool - Say Hello To My Little Friend (Part 3)

Walking into HQ trying to get a job was a nerve-wracking experience.  Yeah, from an outside perspective it may seem weird to care that much about “overweight bloggers” opinions of stuff, but I’ve read Barstool every day since 2009 and coming out of the stands and onto the court already had my mind in a pretzel.  On top of that, I was spazzing on the fact that this was my probably my only shot at working at Barstool and I had to get it right. Way too many 18-28 year old white dudes walk in proclaiming that Barstool needs to hire them because they “like sports, like drinking, and would be funny if they paired them up with Big Cat”, so I thought my best chance was to come in as different as possible on my entrance.