Boston doesn’t get any better than this.
My wife’s favorite was “The Burning Bush” from 1951:
And here is my favorite Botticelli: “Saint Augustine in His Study”, a fresco from 1480:
It’s also the summer of David Ortiz at the MFA. Here’s a display of Big Papi’s three World Series rings and his World Series MVP ring from 2013:
Did Botticelli or Matisse ever accomplish anything comparable to what Big Papi accomplished in 2013? Of course not. Will Big Papi still be remembered half a millennium after his death, like Botticelli? Of course he will. Why are you even asking these questions?
We were at the Fenway Fantasy Day yesterday, and saw this:
Here’s something we couldn’t have imagined back in the 20th century–three World Series trophies, just sitting on a table waiting to be photographed:
Finally, here’s the classic form of our nephew Neil, who didn’t hit the foul pole but did loft one close to the warning track. I was impressed:
I happened to be in Denver last Saturday and found my way to Coors Field:
It’s a beautiful place. The Rockies were playing the Mets, and the batters on both teams were having fun: the final score was 12-11 Rockies. (The Rockies’ home batting average is something like 40 points higher than that of any other team.)
Here are some differences from Fenway Park:
- I saw a bunch of girls wearing prom dresses — what’s up with that?
- There were incessant contests between innings — very annoying.
- The Rockies manager pulled a double switch. The DH is OK, but figuring out the strategy around pitchers batting is one of the joys of baseball.
- Fenway Park doesn’t have vegetation in the outfield:
Here was the scene after a Rockies grand slam:
There was a bit of a Boston flavor to the game: the Rockies starter was ex-Red Sox Franklin Morales, who was terrible. And the Mets’ middle reliever was old friend Dice-K Matsuzaka, the most annoying pitcher who ever lived. Luckily, he didn’t have one of his four-walk, three-strikeout, 40-pitch innings that made you want to swear off baseball forever. Maybe middle relief is where he belongs.
Oh wait, no I didn’t.
Still, there’s precious little reason to think the Red Sox are going to create much excitement this season. Mike Napoli and Ryan Dempster and Jonny Gomes may be good players and good guys in the locker room, but they aren’t going to sell tickets and make you turn on NESN.
Jackie Bradley Jr. was going to create the excitement. Except that Jackie played a bit at the start of the season and proved that he wasn’t quite ready for prime time. (Oddly, I was right about the new players not selling tickets — the team rarely sold out Fenway.)
Anyway, it’s nice for a championship to come out of nowhere. And it’s nice to feel that that the ghosts of the past have been completely exorcised. When Farrell came out to talk to Lackey in the seventh inning and left him in, my Twitter feed exploded with references to Grady Little. (If you don’t know what I’m talking about, you haven’t been a Red Sox fan for long enough.) But nothing bad happened, the Red Sox won, and the Duck Boats ride again.
Time to change out my header image and return to our regular programming.