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On The Rail: Scoreboard

I’ve come to the Scoreboard to meet a buddy and I get a Lagunitas Pils. The beer is…solid but I want to say it should be a little fresher. The nose isn’t very strong, the malts aren’t prominent enough and the finish is just kinda bland. Pilsners are difficult beers to brew though, and often fragile. The Scoreboard is the kind of place where you don’t blame issues with the beer on the brewer.

Which is fine. I’m really here to meet up with Dan anyway.23677318934_0cf94e91d4_z

Dan has been a football guy for as long as I’ve known him: over twenty years now. We’re catching up on the final playoff game of the day, he with a huge sigh of relief because the Seahawks won a nailbiter earlier. It’s quiet here, which seems out of sorts for a sports bar but I have no complaints.

I enjoy football but I’m not as big a fan as my friend is. He’s spent years following the Seahawks through good times and bad and while he’s pretty rational about most everything else, this is a space where he lets things get a little loose.

Sometimes, people get weird about the love of sports. I get it: Often sports, especially team sports, represents everything that was shitty about your childhood. I was terrible at sports for the most part and it was just another level of exclusion, a way to get me to feel worse about a life I already wasn’t that fond of. Not to mention the…well, the really shitty aspect of any sport: terrible human beings. And sporting events often seem to bring out the worst in people: fanatical devotion, win at all costs attitude and alcohol combining to create a pretty toxic mix.

It’s not always like that, of course, but for people who hate sports or find them boring, I see why they might be alienated, might even publicly protest about having to witness someone else’s joy or sorrow about sporting events. I personally find baseball to be devoid of anything resembling entertainment, while really liking videogames, so it’s not as if I am unsympathetic to subjects that are terminally dull to some people, while super exciting to others.

Here’s the thing; this is one of those instances where having nothing to say is better than saying how much you wish you didn’t have to endure someone’s interests. Especially the interests of someone you know.

Because the great thing about having a friend who is really into sports is that if their team does well, they’re happy, and you don’t have to do a thing. You can just be happy with or for them.

Conversely, the great thing about having an enemy who is really into sports is that if their team sucks, they’re sad and you can relish that. Again, you don’t have to do a thing.

People I like get to be happy, people I dislike get to be sad, I get to be lazy. This seems like a win-win to me.

I drank here

At lunch I go for walks along 82nd, which is the busy-but-out-in-the-middle-of-nowhere street that has old women driving baby blue Olds Cutlass Supremes, men on Harley’s and Mac trucks painted purple, all driving quickly by. ¬†Today I passed by the man with the visor and the Sleep Country sign. The other man who stands outside with the sign pointing to the bedroom store has a trucker cap and a white mustache that traces the edges of his face. They both know me by now, and we smile and nod at each other in that casual acknowledgment that guys can do. The man with the visor smiles and says, “We get paid on Friday.” I can tell that a bit of his bottom teeth are missing, and I wonder how he ended up with this job.

I’m not criticizing by any means. But standing outside for 8 hours a day means only one thing; you’re gonna get a beer afterward, and if all you have to do is cross the street, you might as well. So I got a Lagunita’s IPA here:

What can I tell you about BJ’s? They celebrate their patio, where there’s a pool table instead of their food like most pubs. But it’s a home for someone. A home with signs insisting on a one drink minimum, and a mobile attached to the ceiling that says ‘Red Neck Wind Chimes’ and has four empty semi-crushed cans of¬†Milwaukee’s Beast attached.

So I think you can figure it out. It’s small, and they have benches instead of booths, but it’s the kind of place I could see a bunch of people gathering for a NFL game and having a riotous ol’ time, everyone leaving all smiles. The glow of the neon signs of bad beer and reflective surfaces of ads for cigarettes and even worse beer are all over, so someone put a lot of time and effort into making this place a proper dive bar.

I’ll admit, it’s not my kind of dive bar. Bartender was a good one and gave me a solid pour but the seats are just too uncomfortable for me to feel like I could kick back and relax.

But I was able to get free wifi. Maybe not theirs, but someone’s. One could almost argue that it’s a dive bar of the future.