I have a confession to make. My work at Wright’s Gym kept me otherwise detained, so I didn’t watch the Winter Classic at historic Fenway Park yesterday afternoon.
Occasionally I’d glance at the big-screen TV behind the front desk to check the score, which for a good portion of the afternoon was 1-0 in our favor. At one point during the third period, I paused to glimpse the action. Noting a Bruin was about to crank up a slap shot and fearing I’d jinx us, I decided that it was better that I not watch.
It didn’t matter.