When I was attending Eastern Illinois University in the early and mid 1980's, I took a job in a dorm food service. It was a nice source of income and I ended up making a bunch of new friends through it.
In the summer, there was plenty of work, even though the students were gone. The university got some use out of the dormant student housing by hosting a number of events, including the state high school track championships, Boy's State, summer training for the college football team and the summer training camp for the football Cardinals, who were based in St. Louis back then.
The summer of 1984, I was starting my grad work, attending summer school. I was rooming with my friends Larry and Dobie, who were also working with me in the dorm food services.
Occasionally, our boss lent us to the dorm that the Cardinals were staying in. This was always good news to us; these guys didn't eat the normal dorm fare. They ate prime rib, steaks, crab legs and such every day. When we got called over there to help out, we got to partake in those foods-- a real treat for a bunch of poor college students.
In the evenings, the Cardinal players were allowed to go out to the bars and have a cold one. It was a little surreal, seeing the players mingling with the students. Viewing these guys on a television screen does not convey how damned big these guys are.
Roommate Larry related a little incident he witnessed that summer. He saw a student unwisely start up with some Cardinal player in a bar we were hanging at. The Cardinal player calmly informed the student: "If I get in a fight, I get a $500 fine. If I get in a fight, I'm gonna make sure and get my money's worth."
Not surprisingly, the student backed off.