One thing I love about Boston is the pride that the people have as a community. The people have a care and love for the city that is flowing in their veins. It’s impossible to get rid of. People most often show this pride during sporting events, rooting for the local teams (you know which ones I’m talking about).
It’s shown when a newborn baby is dressed in a Bruins t-shirt, when a five year old sits on his dad’s shoulders at a Red Sox game, when a young girl’s birthday wish is a Brady jersey, and when a couple’s first date is at a Celtics game. It’s shown when people of all ages stay up until 1AM to watch a playoff game, when a child stays up past his bedtime to watch ‘five-more-minutes’, and when you didn’t watch game seven once, because you watched it twice.
This heart-deep love for our sports teams does not only apply to the professionals. For some, the little-league game at the local field is just as exciting as watching Ortiz sink one into the Monstah. Our imaginations turn the backyard ice rink into the Garden, complete with snow-fort penalty boxes. In addition, Thanksgiving Day means that you had better brush up on your touch football skills, because if Grandma gets by you for that TD you’ll never hear the end of it. In short, Boston is a sports town. And the fact that we call it a ‘town’ puts an emphasis on how close-knit the community is, because a town is made up of families who watch out for each other, which is exactly what Boston is. A family.
The magnitude of how close the people of Boston are has been put on display for the past two weeks. The bombing at the marathon was a tragedy that will never be forgotten, and the lives lost will always be remembered. However, the people of this city came together and proved to the world that if you mess with one of us, you mess with all of us. In other words, don’t poke the bear.
The fact that this attack happened during one of Boston’s greatest sporting events meant that thousands of prideful Boston citizens were standing right at the scene, ready to risk their lives to help others. These heroes came running in to help because Boston is a brotherhood, where people watch out for each other. Although the date of April 15th will be remembered as a tragic day, it will also be remembered as a day where the very best side of humans was shown in the helping of the wounded, and the protection that people gave to each other. After all, ruining a Patriots day in Boston will only result in the people becoming more unified, as the city of Boston singlehandedly invented the idea of a Patriot (1773; if you had to Google it, you didn’t listen in 8th grade History).
It has been little over a week since the attack occurred, and individual Boston communities from Southie, Massachusetts to Portland, Maine have already taken upon themselves the duty that they have to support and represent the united front that Boston is. We root for the same sports teams, we eat at the same restaurants, and we stand together in good times and bad. Boston is a city full of pride, and the people who live here are proud to say that they do. When disaster strikes, whether in a playoff loss or the tragic Marathon bombing, the people come together as one. Like the signs all over the city now say, “We are one Boston.” There’s strong. And there’s Boston Strong. And the difference between the two is 26.2 miles.