The Doctor never missed a sporting event. She could travel and see every Olympic event, except for the one she technically helped carry the torch for in 2012. Contests of strength, brilliance, and courage were all made available with ease. She did her best to mitigate her involvement, even participation via sitting in on an event could be disastrous. Still, opportunity arrived in terms of an event she had never heard of before.
Rift Fighter Supreme
She found a flyer to it on a market wall. It called to her in a way that could not be ignored. In terms of the 'current' timeline of this incarnation, it was occurring in a galaxy a lightyear away… in ten minutes. A quick hop in the Tardis got her there in less than one.
Quickly flashing psychic paper got her to be recognized as a sports journalist; front-row seating and the chance to meet the athletes who came from all over to compete. She marveled at the beauty of seeing Sontarans, Zygone's, Ice Warriors, and human face each other in contests that did not require war and slaughter. Sportsmanship existed even the coldest regions of space, granted there were also signs of species superiority and discrimination but they were downplayed significantly from the norm. The positive atmosphere couldn't distill the itch that formed in the back of her mind. The Tardis had allowed the Doctor to bend space and time instantly, without any of the usual friction, which meant her being here was desired.
That helped the Doctor know more than anything else how something horrible was on its way.