On anyone else, the shirt would have looked gauche. An unimpeachable sartorial rule goes: Thou shalt not wear any article of clothing with thyself's name on it. David Ortiz broke this edict two weeks ago. He is the sort of guy who would have taken a fat chomp off an apple in the Garden of Eden just because, so it wasn't a surprise that he paraded around the Boston Red Sox clubhouse in a T-shirt bearing the phrase that defined Boston during its worst times.
"THIS IS OUR F#@KING CITY!"
Boston Strong was a rallying cry, an emblem presented in a neat, simple package. What Ortiz said on April 20 to the crowd at Fenway Park – to them, and to Boston, and to a United States shaken by the marathon bombing five days earlier – was something much greater. It was a million thoughts and emotions and feelings distilled to five words. It was the most persuasive reminder yet that life would continue. This wasn't their city. It was their bleeping city.
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