Today was a normal Saturday night at work. I was pretty much just moping around since I had to be at work all weekend. Then all the sudden one of the new front desk girls comes running in the back screaming that she was going to get a picture with Jimmer Fredette. At first I tried to stop her because at our hotel were not suppose to ask for pictures or autographs. However, she insisted that the managers said it was okay and that I should go out there.
So low and behold there was Jimmer, I started getting nervous and sweating. Not really, but I did feel a little awkward. Anyways, it was a nice addition to my Saturday night at the Marriott. Also, I have to say... I was right behind his armpit and he did smell pretty good.