This picture makes me smile every time I see it. Wily Mo and Papi, arms around each other, heading off the field after a win. It's gotta be a win, cause' the big man don't untuck his shirt unless they have laid the wood to someone. I love the fact that here are two men, two professional athletes who make obscene amounts of money playing a kid's game, and they are acting like they are heading off to the playground to play on the monkey bars. If Manny was in the picture, I'd think that's EXACTLY where they were going.
My Dad lost his brother this year. They had been close for 71 years, which is exactly how long my Pop has walked this earth. And I've got a younger brother Matt, who after my wife, is the person I'm the closest in this world. Kinda like that picture of Papi and WMP, Matt is Felix Unger to my Oscar Madison. He's tall, quiet, and smart while I am short, loud, and well..., lets just leave it at that. Matty is a deep thinker who loves sitting outside hugging trees, where I start getting antsy if I'm more than 50 feet away from the television. Matt is a hockey fanatic who became a Red Sox fan because I am, while I don't know a blue line from a hole in the ground. Point is, for all those differences, we are as close as 2 brothers can be.
Now I have 2 boys. Rakes is my mini-me, from his loud voice, short body, and boundless energy. Or obnoxiousness whichever one you wanna pick. Trot is already close to weighing the same as Rakes and will probably catch him in the height category sometime this year. As I watch them every day, I sit and wonder if they will be close. If they'll love to play with each other, and if they will tag-team together to send their big sister over the edge. One thing I hope is this: push comes to shove, you're gonna have to go through one if you want to get to the other.
I may be stupid, and many have supported that statement over the years, but I like to think of the Red Sox as 25 brothers. You have got some vastly different men when it comes to personality that you know they all can't like each other. From Manny's flakiness to Tek's stoic nature. From Papi's larger than life personality, to Mike Lowell and his quiet, business-like approach. Schilling and his tendency to talk to anyone, anytime, about anything, to Terry Francona and his get to the point and get it over with attitude.
With all these differences, I still like to think, that if it comes down to it, they are gonna have each others back.
Just like Matt and I do.
And just like I hope Rakes and Trot will too.