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bio: chris

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Previous Posts
On Sting (and other crap)
Things I Say to My Dad, Because (like myself) He Thinks, Irrationally, He's Going to Die Soon
Why Hipstamatic Was Invented
Happy Mother's Day, Y'all
Black Pear Tree (Guest Post from John Darnielle)

To My Own Big Papi (an E-mail to my Father After Our Beloved Red Sox Made History)
Keep in mind that, although I love the hell out of him, he's not the most emotionally-available of people.

But, then again, neither am I.

And I wouldn't have it any other way.

Remember when I was a little bitty baby, and you raised me up to the TV and said "This is Yaz. You're gonna like him."

Remember '86, when I woke up late at night just in time to see the ball roll through Buckner's legs?

Remember '88 when we got swept by the Oakland a's in 4?

Remember '90, when the same thing happened?

Well screw it. You were there in '67. Yaz. Tony C. Jim Lonborg.

You saw Ted Williams Play. Johnny Pesky. Frank Malzone. Jimmy Piersall. Pete Runnels.

Cy Young was alive when you were a kid. So was Smokey Joe Wood. And Harry Hooper.

You lived through the Yawkeys, John Harrington, Lou Gorman, and Dan Duquette.

Now you get to enjoy John Henry, Larry "The Evil Empire" Lucchino, and Theo Epstein

And Yaz.

You were there in '78. Bucky f****g Dent

Remember staying in a weird ol' Bed and Breakfast with Uncle Tommy, getting tickets for Yaz's induction into the Hall of Fame?

Remember taking Unk to Yaz's induction? Freakin UNK of all people!!!!! How weird was that?

Well, this is for all of that. Bite my butt, Babe. This is for '67. And for '75. Especially for '78. For '86. For '03.

And especially for '04.

I'm thrilled tonight. I'm thrilled for Curt "Red Bloody Sock" Schilling. I'm thrilled for Manny "You-See-I-Can-Play-A-Good-Left-Field" Ramirez. I'm thrilled for David "Who's Your Papi?" Ortiz. I'm thrilled for Mark "I-Suck-But-I-Hit-Good-Home-Runs" Bellhorn. And I'm crazy for Johnny Christ Superstar.

But most of all, I'm thrilled for you. For doing this longer than I have. For living through more of this than I have. For lighting the torch and passing it all on to me.

Thank you for raising me a Red Sox fan.

"Who's Your Daddy" indeed.

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