I can't think of a better way to describe the events at Fenway Park on Saturday than simply to point out that it was so moving that the head of the freaking Federal Communications Committee was touched. Do you know how difficult it is to get anyone at that place to show even a modicum of human emotion or humor? OK, fine, the FCC has gotten a little better since the Tipper Gore/PMRC days -- it's even getting a bit more lax and reasonable, by design -- but still, when the FCC decides to publicly stand behind a guy who just said "f---ing" on national television, we are all, at last, on the same team.
David Ortiz's "this is our f---ing city" rallying cry was just the start of an amazing day on Saturday at Fenway Park, the day after Boston bombing suspect Dzhokhar Tsarnaev was apprehended in Watertown. It was reminiscent of New York in the weeks after 9/11, with Mike Piazza's homer, with George W. Bush's first pitch in the World Series. It was great and awesome and the wonderful distraction from hard times we all want sports to be, and when Daniel Nava hit that homer in the eighth inning, it was inspiring and lovely and enough to make grown men stifle sniffles. Just 24 hours after they'd been commanded to stay in their homes, Bostonians took the normalcy of a day baseball game and made it something sublime and triumphant.
I loved it. I cheered for the city and its people. And I'm so glad it's over. Because I want to get back to everyone hating Boston sports teams again.