alpaca princess (renniekins) wrote,
alpaca princess


There was a basketball game in Boston this evening, and my hotel is quite close to the, um, stadium? Arena? Court? Gym? Palace? Building? It was cool to see -- as I was walking away from the hotel to wander around, there were lots of people walking toward my hotel in green Celtic flare. Lots of enthusiasm in the air.

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!)
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