Mornings on the water, afternoons in the stands

If you're going to live in this city you might as well love its sports the way I love a good head race: a little chaotic, occasionally rained out, and worth every early alarm. This is where I take my coffee thermos, my scorecard, and sometimes a stack of library holds I never quite finish because the game got good. Mezcla of masters rowing mornings, Marlins nights, and the occasional splurge at a historic pool that makes me feel like a Gatsby extra.