This morning, as I walked/cabbed/trained by ass from one end of Boston to the other, I had an odd feeling that I was being watched. By none other than David Ortiz.
And it’s easy to see why. When Papi wasn’t peering up at me from the Improper Bostonian boxes throughout the city, his oversized image was staring down, bigger than life itself, from the Dunkin Donuts billboards peppering our fair town. I counted no less than 27 sightings during my morning travels.
All we need now is for some enterprising techie from the Red Sox front office to find a way to jam the local airwaves to broadcast Dave O’Brien’s now-famous “David Ortiz!” cry from the 2013 ALCS 24/7 and the take-over will be complete.
