In a city of Yankees fans, Bryant is rooting for the Red Sox. He went to school at Boston University and invited me to watch the game in the West Village. I have to admit, I was kind of nervous: I pictured a bar packed with guys guzzling beers while unleashing their testosterone by pounding on tables and screaming at the television.
Hey, I grew up in a house full of women—except for my poor, outnumbered dad who would spend solitary nights watching basketball with our only other male family member—our dog, Corby. (His daughters were too busy reading Sweet Valley High to take interest). I never understood why he’d yell at the television as if the players could hear his orders and insults.
But I have to say, watching a game in a bar is fun. There were actually a lot of women fans there, which made me feel more comfortable. And Bryant doesn’t yell at the screen (well, not too loudly at least). I love being in a roomful of people who get so excited about something.
Maybe my new hobby will be to start following a team. Baseball season will be over soon, but Bryant says I can always follow the Patriots. Um, I think that’s football, right? Geez, I better get schooled in sports if I ever want to hang with the guys.