Dangerous Influences
Oct. 25th, 2004 10:50 amI blame
pheromone and
jmspencer for the shocking fact that I've not only watched baseball twice in as many days, but have actually cared about the outcome.
If you know me, you're aware of how out of character this is for me, a famous hater of spectator sports. I do not watch sports. Yet through peer pressure and a lack of any viable excuse for bowing out, I somehow found myself at Jude's with a small gang of Sox fans from T@F and elsewhere, liquor flowing liberally, puppy-piled upon the couch cheering on the home team.
Was it just the booze and cozy comraderie, or did I actually like watching? I can say I did it for Boston. I did it for my city. But then I did it again the next night.
Sunday potluck at Lou's was dedicated to pasta and Sox. They'd somehow begged or borrowed a TV for their TV-free home and a candle shrine was assembled around it. We ate on the floor and vollied the sort of sports commentary only artsy-fartsies are capable of:
"There's Steven King in the stands!"
"I love that cute player's soul patch."
"Hurry, you're missing the commercials!"
It was a work night and I had to bow out before the game ended, but we won! (did I just say "we?") And so went my induction to sports watching. This will NOT happen for football season. I'm doing it for Boston. Make due note of this because you may never hear me say this again, but (deep breath) GO SOX!
If you know me, you're aware of how out of character this is for me, a famous hater of spectator sports. I do not watch sports. Yet through peer pressure and a lack of any viable excuse for bowing out, I somehow found myself at Jude's with a small gang of Sox fans from T@F and elsewhere, liquor flowing liberally, puppy-piled upon the couch cheering on the home team.
Was it just the booze and cozy comraderie, or did I actually like watching? I can say I did it for Boston. I did it for my city. But then I did it again the next night.
Sunday potluck at Lou's was dedicated to pasta and Sox. They'd somehow begged or borrowed a TV for their TV-free home and a candle shrine was assembled around it. We ate on the floor and vollied the sort of sports commentary only artsy-fartsies are capable of:
"There's Steven King in the stands!"
"I love that cute player's soul patch."
"Hurry, you're missing the commercials!"
It was a work night and I had to bow out before the game ended, but we won! (did I just say "we?") And so went my induction to sports watching. This will NOT happen for football season. I'm doing it for Boston. Make due note of this because you may never hear me say this again, but (deep breath) GO SOX!
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Date: 2004-10-25 09:01 am (UTC)memmmmmmmmories......
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-Dee