Since I moved to New York City for the summer I’ve created endless bucket lists of everything I want to do before I leave. Most of these things are very achievable (and text book cliche tourist), like going to the top of the Empire State Building, or going to the garden from the end scene in You’ve Got Mail. But some are very far-fetched, and even though they say anything can happen, it’s highly improbably that these will happen while I’m here. (Although I think my life would be made if any of these things actually happened to me while I am here.)
1. Run into Taylor Swift
Yes. I would love to run into Taylor Swift. But as much as I would love for this to happen, I know for a fact that this won’t be possible as she’s currently on the 1989 World Tour.
2. Run into Jimmy Fallon
Of all of the highly possible but mostly improbable things that could happen while I’m in NYC this one is actually quite possible. The Time & Life Building is literally right across the street from Rockefeller Center, and every day on my commute to and from work I pass the neon signs that say “The Tonight Show Starring Jimmy Fallon”. Like seriously, how cool would it be to head out on my lunch break and run into one of the current kings of late night television? My entire young adult life would be made.
3. Get stopped by the Humans of New York guy
This one probably falls in between running into Taylor Swift and Jimmy Fallon. Although my dad says that it’s likely not to happen, because 1) I am not actually from New York and 2) I am (according to him) marginally human, I have already gone over in my head what questions he could possibly ask me if I were to be stopped and their corresponding answers.
4. Meet my soulmate on the top of the Empire State Building
LOL let’s be real here: I only put this on the list because I am a hopeless romantic who’s overly obsessed with Meg Ryan movies (has anyone even seen Sleepless in Seattle?!), because things just don’t work that way in real life (even though I am thoroughly convinced that if my life were actually a television sitcom, it would quite possibly be the greatest thing ever).
Yes. You read that right. I watched a hockey game.
Here’s the thing about being athletically challenged and sports illiterate when you work at Sports Illustrated: It makes you want to watch the Stanley Cup Finals between Chicago and Tampa Bay just in case your bosses and managers start a conversation with you about it. Which for me is kind of shameful because I’m from the Chicago area and should have been watching the finals anyways to cheer on the Blackhawks.
You would think that most of my bosses at SI are huge sports fanatics (which is partially true of the majority of people I work with), but my three direct bosses in the Creative Services department aren’t crazy into sports. This was a good thing for me, because that itself makes the amount of awkward sports conversations I could possibly have slightly less frequent. There was one Monday morning meeting we had and the Creative Services director asked if we had watched that thing on television the night before. Immediately my other boss and I are like, “Yea! We watched the Tony’s! They were great!” and the CS Director just looked at us and said, “No the Belmont Stakes…you know because we work at Sports Illustrated…”. We all started laughing. Obviously we’re a bunch of creatives and not athletes.
Anyways. In order to preserve my homeland dignity and not give stupid answers to possible questions at work with the sports literate, I watched the last game of the finals. Before watching this game, I did some research (and by research, I mean I read through multiple sports accounts on Twitter and read a few posts on Fansided, a blog that SI just acquired) and found out that if the Hawks won, they would become a dynasty in the NHL. This was apparently common knowledge among normal hockey fans, but to me this was just a super cool fun fact.
So I watched the final game. The entire thing. Without falling asleep (the first time I watched a Hawks game with my friends from home I promptly fell asleep and had to be poked multiple times in order to wake up).
And the cool part about me actually watching this game is that I actively watched it and participated in cheering and booing. Admittedly, I still did not know a lot of what was going on besides what team was currently in possession of the puck, so I sat with my computer open and Googled things like “power play” and “insurance goal” when things would pop up on the screen and I was clueless. I almost didn’t know Chicago was about to win in the final seconds of the third period, because I thought hockey was played like basketball and had four quarters (did I mention just how sports illiterate I am?).
When I realized they were going to win, I cheered and tweeted like crazy. This tweeting probably threw a lot of my friends and/or followers off, because the only other time I have ever remotely tweeted about sports has been during the Quidditch World Cup (yes, that’s a thing).
Today I had the live stream of the parade playing on one of my computer screens while I designed some Subway ads on the other. I blasted Chelsea Dagger in my headphones, hoping to God I didn’t get any weird looks from people walking around the office as I jammed out.