All of this is a dilemma for me. Watching the games, and of course reading all the biased commentary in the Globe the next morning, detracts from my solitude time—not only physical time, but also mental and emotional time. Balls and pucks show up in my dreams and I try to organize my schedule around the games, although I must admit that I can multi-task.
So far, as I try to sort it all out, I’ve solved at least one of the solitude pieces. Put the TV on MUTE and at least eliminate that kind of noise.