PITTSBURGH — The Andy Warhol Museum will never be confused for a sports bar, though you suspect Warhol himself would have been delighted at the absurdity of the patrons stealing glances at their cell phones in between studying his paintings of Campbell’s Soup, Coke bottles and Marilyn Monroe.
“It’s 13-13!” came an amplified whisper at one point.
“It’s 16-16!”
On the other side of the pond, the match on Friday afternoon between South African Kevin Anderson and John Isner reached 20-20, yet here, in the seven-story building on Sandusky Street, a pack of rapt art lovers had moved on from the silk screens and the blotted-line drawings and the faux boxes of Brillo pads to gather around the live feed of a tennis match.