Wednesday, April 17, 2013

The Village Market: Not Us, Not Today

By Jared Shalek

Most people probably assume that St. Patrick’s Day is the greatest, most celebrated day of the year in Boston. March 17th—and the ensuing Sunday parade—are certainly Boston staples, but that holiday is purely celebratory in nature, with the true meaning carrying more weight in Ireland. That’s why, without question, Patriots’ Day is the greatest, most celebrated day of the year in Boston. St. Patty’s Day is Ireland. Patriots’ Day is Boston.

The third Monday in April is part history, part festivity, and it’s what puts the holiday over the top. Many of the city’s businesses shut down. The fine people of Lexington and Concord hold fun re-enactments of the events of April 19, 1775. The Red Sox play at 11am. The Bruins and/or Celtics usually have a playoff game, one of which is usually home. And, of course, there’s the crown jewel of Patriots’ Day: The Boston Marathon.

Between being at college and living in LA, I can’t even remember the last time I was in Massachusetts for the holiday. Has to be 2006 when I was a senior in high school. But the thought of the day still makes me giddy. I listened to the first inning of the Red Sox game in the shower this morning. As my TVM colleague Garry Rosenfield mentioned in his excellent post earlier, I left him a voice mail on the way to work, wishing him a Happy Patriots’ Day. Even 3,000 miles away, I feel like I’m there. Sitting behind a desk all day, I try my hardest to envision being in the Back Bay, with friends, taking in the scene on the greatest day of the year in Boston.

And then, this afternoon, in the span of a few short, tragic seconds, this became the worst Patriots’ Day we’ve ever had.

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