King's essay in the Boston Globe about his favorite baseball team:
It restored balance to a city that was hurt and frightened (but not cowed, never that) by the vicious crime that occurred on April 15. Half a year later, at another sporting event, there were no explosions, no deaths, no innocent bystanders maimed by flying shrapnel. Instead, almost 40,000 voices rose to repudiate anger, violence, and the darkness that always threatens: “Every little thing gonna be all right.”
Read the rest HERE.
BTW, I hate the Red Sox.