We are at the hotel outside of Washington, DC, and we decide that we should probably pick somewhere for dinner. This would be a great idea except that the weather in DC hasn't turned yet, and it's still cold as a witch's tit outside. There is a promising-looking place near the hotel, a pizza-restaurant, and we won't freeze to death walking there.
There's a problem, though. The Bruins are playing. The Capitals are playing. They're not, however, playing each other. That's okay; we'll catch the end of the game back at the hotel. Off we go into the foothills of Arlington.We get a great table upstairs at the pizza place, and we notice that the Capitals game is on the wide-screen television. Of course it is. They're the home team. We are seated right along the balcony overlooking the charming restaurant, right along the bar.
Guess what's on OUR television in OUR prime dining room location? The Bruins game. That's right, the Boston Boys vs. Toronto. No one in the place heckles us at all when the Bruins score. As a matter of fact, some of the locals cheer right along with us.
Yup, we are completely at home when we're away. Spoiled, but quite at home.
