David Arias. AKA David Ortiz. AKA Big Papi. I cannot put into words how riveting this whole thing is to a life-long Red Sox fan. I have come to realize, in this final season of one of the greatest, if not THE greatest, clutch hitters of all time, who calls Boston his "f**king city" that being a Big Papi fan is a whole separate ideal. He has single-handedly put a level of respect and adoration on America's game that is indescribable. This is a must read for you sitting there at work and for you there at home.
So turn off the TV, gather the family 'round and let Papi's heartfelt words hit you as hard as one of his 540 career home runs.
If this strikes a chord, I can't imagine what his letter to Boston will be once the time comes.
The other day, one of my teammates comes over to me in the clubhouse and says, "Hey, you see what they're gonna do to you in New York?" I don't know what he's talking about. I'm like, "What's up? They gonna give me a pizza or something?" He says, "Nah.