Memorial Day weekend continued...
Sitting at an Applebee's in Laredo that I've been to a few times before.
I am floored tonight by how into the Spurs basketball game the *whole* restaurant is ... I mean servers, bartenders, patrons, girlfriends, kids, etc.
The place is packed, and I'm one of only two white guys in the whole place, looks like. I am always fine with that and often actually enjoy it, and tonight feel like both an outsider and observer of sorts.
Though I have never followed sports very religiously, or even closely, I have been in tons of places over the years, all over the country, when sports conference finals and playoffs of different sorts have been on like there are tonight here in Laredo.
What's different tonight is that there is no whooping or cheering or wild exclamations among patrons when something spectacular happens on the many screens around the restaurant. But there is definitely a lot of raucous, loud hand clapping whenever anything cool happens that moves the Spurs forward. Just the loud, but polite, clapping. No exclamations or "woohoos" or "way to go!'s."
I don't think I have ever witnessed that sort of combination before. I'm used to spontaneous outbursts and the whole place whooping it up interactively, clapping and all. It sort of stops everything usually.
This, though, seems to be a cultural thing, almost a pause and silent whoop at the same time. A respect for fellow diners at one's own table and throughout the restaurant, as well as for one's own meal, while recognizing that they are all in the same place and wishing good things together in spurring the Spurs on.