I'm not necessarily a big sports fan but I love listening to the sports announcers. It's a weird kind of comfort sound. I set the timer on the TV last night for an hour so I could listen to the hockey game as I fell asleep. You'd think that the sudden change in dynamics would jolt me awake but it doesn't. Even the fact that we were losing didn't matter, it still lulled me to sleep.
The type of sport doesn't really matter although I prefer to have baseball on while cleaning the house and football on while baking. Football is probably the most comforting overall. Back when I was managing a friend's booth at the Renaissance, my neighbors at the Royal Stables would haul their TV in and set up a little lounge in the back of the booths. I was two shops down from Bad Manor so the back yard was the last triangular sliver of the big off-stage area in the middle of the island. It was Royal Stables at the tip, then me, then Linden Hills Pottery with the Bad Manor kitchens making up the opposite wall. The cooks would press their faces up to the chicken wire windows in between breaks to get caught up on the scores.
It was a pretty interesting mix of scenes working in that booth. Depending on which direction you were facing, you'd either watch grown men jumping up and down dancing with hankies or watch grown men jumping up and down swearing at the TV. Men are such strange and wondrous creatures.
How 'bout those gas prices, huh?
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