A few weeks ago, I was in NY for a business trip that ended on a Friday. I extended my stay over the weekend so that I could spend some time with my daughter, Evie, who is now working and living on Long Island .
Evie had to work on Saturday, so her boyfriend Joe (a Mets fan) and I went into the City Saturday morning. Evie planned to meet us there after 4:00.
I chose a place I had read about on Second Ave and 14th St called Professor Thom's. I had never been there before, but had heard about it. You see, Professor Thom’s is not just any ordinary bar; it's a Red Sox bar, deep in the heart of enemy territory.
It is indeed a wonderful establishment:
Red Sox memorabilia and 17 widescreen TVs all over the place (every booth also has its own small widescreen TV)...Celtics, Patriots and UMASS banners behind the bar...No Yankee fans... Suffice it to say, if there's a sports bar in heaven, it looks just like Professor Thom’s.
Joe and I went to the bar and ordered the brunch special. I struck up a conversation with the manager about Boston and UMASS . We were on our third beer when we looked up at the TV screen. The Sox weren't on (they were playing the evening game), but the Yankees were and they were losing to the Angels. Then (Yankee pitcher) C.C. Sabathia gave up a double to (Angel outfielder) Torii Hunter that scored two runs and made the Angel's lead even wider.
And there in the light of the TV...in the land of the Evil Empire...surrounded by Red Sox memorabilia...knowing that the Sox led the American League East and the Yankees were losing ...and sitting directly across from the UMASS banner behind the bar, Joe asked for my permission to marry my Evie.
How could I refuse?
Never underestimate the value of knowing the right time to ask...