
Boston Herald/Nancy Lane
Nathan Horton is a pleasant enough guy, but he is not possessed with that blinding, from-here-to-eternity David Ortiz [stats] smile.
He doesn’t have Big Papi’s swagger, or his girth. Unlike Big Papi, he has yet to play on a championship team. And Horton still is waiting for someone to call the house with an offer to be pitchman for a fast-food chain, or do one of those yuck-yuck “This Is SportsCenter” commercials.
But in one very important respect, Nathan...