Here's living proof that my Batboy days were a long time ago.
Besides the fact the smoking was allowed in the dugout, players chewed tobacco endlessly and the snack rack in the clubhouse resembled a
convenience store candy section more than a health food store, the number one reason I know it was a long time ago ... I forgot how much I was paid.
Last week, I reported that I was paid $6 per game. I was wrong. As I dug through a box of memorabilia, I found some old pay stubs from the Mariners. I was actually paid $8 per game. That's 25% more than I remembered!
If you break that down into an hourly wage, it was just over a dollar and hour. As I've said before, I didn't do this for the money.
Jim Devitt is the author of the #1 Kindle Bestselling
Young Adult novel, The Card.
He's also a healthcare consultant specializing in helping healthcare companies
and practices develop a social media marketing platform, and maximize cash
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