I do not have a TV as a matter of personal preference. Being a tranplanted Baystater (Massachusetts resident), last evening I developed a hankering to watch the Celtics vs Lakers game. It having been a humid, 94 degree day here in Concord, NH, I put on a cotton Black Stewart tartan kilt that I made myself specifically for such steamy weather, pulled on a pair of sandals and, with the bride in hand, walked to The Draft, our neighborhood sports pub. Before I could even order a beer, the waitress was eyeing my kilt. Turns out she was a MacLeod. A few minutes later, a young man comes over to our table and asked if there had been a Scottish Games that day that he had missed. I said no and that I was wearing a kilt because I felt like doing so! Turns out he owns a kilt himself, though he was not wearing it then. We struck up a conversation and discovered that we had a number of kilted friends in common - including his father! We talked up the idea of having local kilted nights out. A fellow sitting nearby overhead our conversation and asked me if I happened to know his neighbor who is also a kiltie. Turns out, indeed, I did know the gentleman. The evening became one of good comradery simply because I wore a kilt to a local pub! And oh, by the way, the basketball game was terrific - unless, of course, you are a Lakers fan. But with a name like "The Celtics", how can you go wrong?