Last night I headed up to Newport’s Hofbrauhaus, a German tavern chock full of beer, revelry, and the accordion, with some chemistry buddies (including one half of the flat-fetished pair at cbc). They serve beer in liter and half-liter mugs, which is awesome both for the metric system shoutout and the sheer size of a liter of beer. Unfortunately the throng of people in costume we witnessed isn’t a nightly thing–a Renaissance fair was in town. Highlights of the trip included the aforementioned Renaissance revelers, DERF magazine, dancing the polka, and watching UK beat LSU. Let the record state that I despise Pat Forde (former Louisvillian and undercover U-of-L bitch), but it was the first article I found.
On the way up last night, I started thinking about the sometimes delicate relationship between sports and science. At Schlotzsky’s Deli, the job that pays the bills, I never hesitate to talk about sports because I figure everyone there either is a sports fan or just doesn’t care. Some scientists, on the other hand, exude a genuine “anti-sports vibe.” I love sports of all kinds (no, NASCAR is not a sport), but I always feel wary about bringing the topic up in front of other chemists. As competitive as I am, I don’t understand the “anti-sport” position at all, but you know those kinds of people when you see them. The kind of people who cringe at the mention of anything “pop culture-y.” The kind of people who look like they’re judging you the second you mention “the game.” I really wish I could understand where people like that are coming from, but I have to admit, I’m a sucker for pop culture and sports (maybe the latter as a result of the former!). Does that make me a bad person? 🙂