I explored the area around Faneuil Hall, walked on a brief portion of the Freedom Trail, then settled at a place called the Salty Dog for some chowder and shrimp. I sat at the bar and watched the Celtics game on tv while I ate. I watched fairly intently, cheering for Boston, because I didn't have much else to do.
The bartender asked me, "So are you a big Celtics fan?"
"Not really." Then I felt bad, so I elaborated. "I'm a Pistons fan. I'm from Detroit." (I exaggerated a bit. I'm not really a basketball fan at all, but if somebody is to win I would prefer it to be the Pistons.)
He nodded. "That works."
I didn't want to tell him that was might be the first Celtics game I'd ever watched. "But I figure, 'When in Rome' and all. I'm here, so I'll cheer for you guys."
"That's nice of you."
"Well ya know, I do what I can."
They were ahead when I left after the third quarter, so I think I contributed. I didn't think to look at the score after I'd walked back to my hotel, but I couldn't help but notice when the game ended. Given the amount of honking and cheering I've been hearing, it is quite clear who won also. Go Celtics! (Also, when I get home - go Pistons!)