Choosing to not go to the bar for the gold medal game

There is literally one bar in my city that is showing the Canada - USA hockey final in my city tonight (how good is living in a country that has no clue about ice hockey?). Puck drop is just after midnight and I absolutely could have showered and headed in to watch it with a bunch of other fans. All day I was thinking what I would do if I did go? I don't know anybody there so at some point I'd probably have to explain that I'm not drinking, or have some new stranger friend try to shave a beer in my hand.

Usually in those situations, even with friends, I'd be alright just nursing my water or coke, ordering myself some food or something. But the kitchen will be closed by then so the food isn't an option, and drunk sports crowds aren't exactly known for you not celebrating with them in their manner.

A day of anxiety. 10km walk in the horrid humidity here. It's now officially too late for me to make it in for the start. I'm going to sit at home, eat some celery, and try to not scream in joy when Cooper puts out the War Crimes On Ice line (Marchand - Bennett - Wilson). Best of luck to anybody whose name isn't Tkachuk