We will never, ever forget the many times David Ortiz pulled our asses out of the fire with a timely home run. But his lasting legacy round these parts will be as the guardian of all things right and proper with the world, a point accentuated by his now-classic post-Marathon bombing oration at Fenway Park, where he dropped the world’s most family-friendly F-bomb.
Seriously, is there ever a reason to stop watching it? Is there any shitty, wind chill on your neck, ice water in your boots day that can’t be somewhat saved by teleporting yourself back to the moment that Big Papi threw us all on his back and set this city’s collective nerves at ease?
I say no. So we must keep watching. And to all those running in today’s Boston Marathon, I give a hearty salute.