Suddenly, it's 29 days and counting until the puck drops for the first round of the Tong War known as the Beanpot Tournament. So let the hype begin.
For the benefit of the flatlanders, aliens visiting from galaxies far, far away, and others who just don't get it, I thought it might be appropriate to start this thread off with a heartwarming story that explains just why the Beanpot is a big deal:
A well-dressed and apparently successful gentleman has one of the best seats in the house for opening night of the Beanpot. Another man--a stranger--comes by, notices the seat next to the gentleman is empty and asks if, by any chance, the seat is taken.
"No," the gentleman says. "The seat is open."
"This is incredible," said the stranger. "Who in their right mind would buy a great seat like this for the Beanpot, the biggest sporting event in Boston, and not use it?"
The gentleman says, "Well, actually, I bought the seat. I've had these two for years. I was supposed to come with my wife, but she passed away. This is the first Beanpot we haven't been to together since we met as students back in the day."
"Oh," says the stranger. "I'm so sorry to hear that. But couldn't you find someone else--a relative or friend, or even a neighbor--to come here with you?”
The gentleman shakes his head ruefully and replies, "Nope, they're all at the wake."
And that, boys and girls, is why--win or lose--the Beanpot is always something special.
For the benefit of the flatlanders, aliens visiting from galaxies far, far away, and others who just don't get it, I thought it might be appropriate to start this thread off with a heartwarming story that explains just why the Beanpot is a big deal:
A well-dressed and apparently successful gentleman has one of the best seats in the house for opening night of the Beanpot. Another man--a stranger--comes by, notices the seat next to the gentleman is empty and asks if, by any chance, the seat is taken.
"No," the gentleman says. "The seat is open."
"This is incredible," said the stranger. "Who in their right mind would buy a great seat like this for the Beanpot, the biggest sporting event in Boston, and not use it?"
The gentleman says, "Well, actually, I bought the seat. I've had these two for years. I was supposed to come with my wife, but she passed away. This is the first Beanpot we haven't been to together since we met as students back in the day."
"Oh," says the stranger. "I'm so sorry to hear that. But couldn't you find someone else--a relative or friend, or even a neighbor--to come here with you?”
The gentleman shakes his head ruefully and replies, "Nope, they're all at the wake."
And that, boys and girls, is why--win or lose--the Beanpot is always something special.
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