I want to state this: going by yourself to a game isn’t weird.
As long as you’re not the one being weird.
Don’t be weird.
Here I am buying a single-seat season ticket for the LA Kings and booking a trip to Vancouver alone, and the plans continue. I’m very much looking forward to meeting my section neighbors for the year.
It’s not weird.
Humans are social creatures, there’s the obvious expectation (or even obligation) to be non-stop extroverted.
Surprise: we’re not all like that.
Surprise-surprise: it’s doesn’t always mean we’re oddballs for being “wired” that way.
A few years ago, I had come out of a heavy long-term relationship (marriage)—going cold-turkey into living alone. It wasn’t the easiest of transitions in life, but once I had crossed over that strange mental barricade of feeling like an outlier, things felt great.
The hardest curve was being one—out of a very tiny handful of people—within my circle of friends who were single without kids. I didn’t want to be that person at birthday and holiday parties who showed up “going stag” and couldn’t entirely relate to all of the couples and the families. Worst of all, I didn’t want anyone asking me about my divorcing.
As much as I loved hanging out with friends, I felt like I needed to experience being around strangers more often. That sounds a bit strange, right?
But I felt like I needed a break from my social routine.
So where did I start this journey of independence?
After long days at work, I started going to bars I used to frequent with my SO as I trusted the staff and the bartenders should anything happen to me in a worst case scenario (which only happened once when I had to deal with that one drunk douchebag). For a good majority of the time, it was me, with a few tall glasses of beer, a pizza, and a hockey game on the screen.
I had a snootier new found love for IPAs and Scotch. It was great.
One of the more interesting people I’ve met was a lawyer for the NCAA who was always out in Los Angeles checking on scouting and seeing his long-term girlfriend who was a make-up artist in the industry—and had been one for many many years—with one of her main clients and friends being Drew Carey.
As time went by, I found myself going out alone on Valentine’s Day to a sushi bar because I knew the wait for One was only going to be seconds long. Headphones on, a smile on my face, browsing my phone and filling myself with some good food. Nothing can beat that.
Anyway, the point I’m trying to make is that doing things alone brought very “un-dull” moments in my life and has mos’def taught me a lot about myself as well as my independence. Doing things alone happened to become a positive thing. I was able to focus more, prioritize my time—I didn’t have to say yes all the time.
I can actually watch a hockey game and focus on it. I can make traveling plans without being late or holding back because of flakey groups.
It’s not for everyone, no. Something you can learn a lot through and from? Very yes.
You will meet people who will question your choice to do things alone, and yes, some of them will label you as “anti-social” or introverted, or riddled with some kind of anxiety problem. If you’re choosing to go solo, then it shouldn’t matter what they think.
Have fun, grab a beer or soda, your Dodger dog, whatever your vice is.
… Maybe your vice is watching your game through your phone because all you’re doing is recording and taking selfies.
I don’t know. I will try not to judge you on the latter.
All that matters is that you’re enjoying yourself and the experience of being at the game.