Circuito de Noites de Jogos

Nights I’m pushing tin over Biscayne, somebody down there is screaming at a ref. This is the short list of places where I actually join them on my nights off — or at least flip the game on between wings and a cold one. It’s a mix of big cathedrals and barstool chapels: some with $18 beers and fireworks, some where the owner might pour your second round before you ask. With the World Cup circling Hard Rock like a holding pattern, the whole town’s leaning even harder into game days, but these are the spots that already had their vectors dialed in. No hype, just where I go when the box score matters more than my sleep schedule.