![]() In control for much of the game, the 76ers suddenly in the fourth quarter and overtime seemed a team whose players had just morphed into a collection of JV players with blindfolds. The conflict? On this particular afternoon, most of the many television sets above the bar and seating areas were showing a playoff game between our beloved 76ers and the not-at-all-loved Boston Celtics. It was with this potential conflict in mind that I gritted my teeth while staring at an uninspiring plate of nachos during a recent Saturday night visit to the new Fishtown Hops. ![]() If I had just finished a knock down, drag ’em out with my wife or boss, I probably wouldn’t turn around five minutes later and pen a piece on mindfulness. It is of course a paragon of journalistic integrity that one should not write a subjective story infected by mood. Looking glowing in the lobby at Fishtown Hops in Sugarhouse Casino.
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