This isnít as much a confession as it is a declaration of the obvious: Iím not much into watching sports.
As in: yes, itís awesome when a home team makes it to a mega championship like the World Series. (And yes, I was at Fenway the other night (compliments of a friend who works for MLB), and it was kind of magical.) But, no, Iím not going to throw myself into the masses and try to stake a claim at a bar near Fenway to catch the action while some drunk dude slobbers beer down my back. And no, Iím not going to pretend to be something Iím notóa fairweather fan, the worst kind of allóin order to feel like Iím part of the city Iíve called home for the past seven years. (I will, however, follow the schedule as best as I can online, if only to know when to avoid taking the Green Line.)
It has nothing to do with being a woman, being ďartsyĒ or being cynical. Thereís just other stuff that interests meólike, the evolving charcuterie board at Belly, an impromptu trip to the Gardner museum, napsóthat Iíd rather spend my time on. (Go ahead and argue that there are people who watch sports and do stuff like that, tooóIím aware they exist; Iím simply offering a few anecdotes as to why Iím not familiar with last nightís starting lineup.) And if youíre anything like meóunmoved by ďSweet Caroline,Ē but psyched that the ICA still offers free admission on Thursday nightsóthen youíll be pleased to know that now is among the best times (save for student-sparse summers) to explore restaurants, bars, nightclubs, and yes, museums, to your heartís content. Let the crowds engulf sports bars and stand in line for bottles of Bud Light. Youíllómaybe?óget to avoid Toroís notorious waitlist. Page an Uber at a peak time and watch as a car magically appears just moments later. Take it to a neighborhood youíve been meaning to explore, but havenít had the time to. Bring a book. Have a cocktail. Soak it all in. Even touristy areas, like the Harvard Square and the North End, will feel pleasantly empty.
In other words: enjoy it, introverts. Itís a special time of yearófor the Sox fans, and those who arenít.
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