CVP or PJ's? A closer look at sports bars
When you arrive for orientation they warn you about the inevitable homesickness. Missing mom's cooking. Or In-n-Out Burger. Maybe you miss that high school sweetheart who is still in high school. Or your pals that made the smart decision to go to state school and call to remind you every Saturday morning when they are tailgating for the football game.
This is when homesickness is most virulent. There's no professional sports team here at the Hop that draws thousands of raging drunken fans to every home game. There are only two hometown professional teams and they disappoint quite consistently.
So you do your best to keep up with your hometown heroes online. Because Dodgers games start after 10 p.m., the Texans are hardly ever broadcasted in this region and if you're a hockey fan, good luck catching anybody but Ovechkin on TV.
So let's say you want to watch the Dolphins stomp on the Lions one autumn Sunday evening. You heard the Hillel has the DirecTV Sunday ticket, but you're not Jewish. Or you want to see Liverpool's final match up against Chelsea, but you couldn't convince your BME roommate to split the cable bill.
Fortunately you're in luck, because there's a sports bar on nearly every corner in Charles Village. NOT. You already know it's slim pickings around here for a decent saloon to slug brews, devour burgers and watch the game. You've got Charles Village Pub or PJ's Pub.
When it comes to watching the most out-of-market games, PJ's Pub is the place to go. You may not have realized that it opens before 11 p.m. and the TVs do have sound. But PJ's will even serve you lunch while you watch that evening European soccer match.
PJ's coughs up the dough for DirecTV's Sunday ticket and will show any NFL game upon request on one of many big flat-screen TV's. This is a huge mark in the pro-column for the basement bar. There's no excuse to miss your Broncos struggle against the Raiders again.
Even when the Ravens are playing at PJ's, it isn't half as crowded as a Saturday night after the Lax game. There will always be a stool or rickety wood chair available for you to plop your butt down, chew on a basket of deep-fried appetizers and watch your hometown team.
This is when homesickness is most virulent. There's no professional sports team here at the Hop that draws thousands of raging drunken fans to every home game. There are only two hometown professional teams and they disappoint quite consistently.
So you do your best to keep up with your hometown heroes online. Because Dodgers games start after 10 p.m., the Texans are hardly ever broadcasted in this region and if you're a hockey fan, good luck catching anybody but Ovechkin on TV.
So let's say you want to watch the Dolphins stomp on the Lions one autumn Sunday evening. You heard the Hillel has the DirecTV Sunday ticket, but you're not Jewish. Or you want to see Liverpool's final match up against Chelsea, but you couldn't convince your BME roommate to split the cable bill.
Fortunately you're in luck, because there's a sports bar on nearly every corner in Charles Village. NOT. You already know it's slim pickings around here for a decent saloon to slug brews, devour burgers and watch the game. You've got Charles Village Pub or PJ's Pub.
When it comes to watching the most out-of-market games, PJ's Pub is the place to go. You may not have realized that it opens before 11 p.m. and the TVs do have sound. But PJ's will even serve you lunch while you watch that evening European soccer match.
PJ's coughs up the dough for DirecTV's Sunday ticket and will show any NFL game upon request on one of many big flat-screen TV's. This is a huge mark in the pro-column for the basement bar. There's no excuse to miss your Broncos struggle against the Raiders again.
Even when the Ravens are playing at PJ's, it isn't half as crowded as a Saturday night after the Lax game. There will always be a stool or rickety wood chair available for you to plop your butt down, chew on a basket of deep-fried appetizers and watch your hometown team.
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