Let me tell you, if you live in Boston and like to follow the hometown teams, it’s not easy to lead a silent life these days. Last night the Bruins beat the Canadians in overtime at the Garden and will be taking on the Flyers on Saturday. Then there are the Celtics who beat the Nicks four games straight and are now quietly awaiting their next opponent. Red Sox Nation is alive and well although the team is still trying to get its socks on--anyway it’s a long season. I won’t mention the Patriots because it’s not their season. However, If the Red Sox can start winning their way into the World Series, it is just possible that all four of our teams will be competing for air space in the fall.
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.
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.