I often think about how my dad, living alone on the Cape handled B's playoffs. On a Sunday, he'd get up, wash, shave and dress, have his regular breakfast of cereal, OJ and coffee, read the sports page and probably hit 10am Mass. Head home, have a sandwich for lunch, maybe do some yard work for a few hours or pick up a few items at BJ's, then cook dinner and eat around 5:30pm. After that he'd settle into the leather recliner we all bought him and watch the game. No pregame, no postgame, no scouring internet forums or Twitter. After the game, win or lose, he'd either change the channel or shut off the TV and go to bed. No drama, even with Game 7's. And that's what he always did. And he was a B's fan from the 1950's onward.
Just wanted to share that.