In lieu of the recent and heartbreaking loss to the
Giants in the Super Bowl, I've decided to write about Boston. Boston is known
for many things, some more famous than others. We're obnoxious sports fans,
Brady-worshippers, terrible drivers, and everyone has that uncle that worked
for Whitey. Just like any other city, we're loud and proud. But ever since I've
been eight hours away from home at Penn State this year, I've realized just how
different Boston is. What I tend to say as a colloquial expression is absolutely
foreign here. I mean, God forbid i ever say "wicked." How does not
one person out of a 40,000 student body not know what a rotary is? Or even a
frap or beruit for that matter.
As I was visiting Boston over Christmas Break, I noticed a certain picture
taken from a magazine, blown up, and distributed by the mass to everyone in the
city at the time. To say this picture was in high demand would really be an
understatement. However, it’s one of my favorite pictures. Ever. As you can see
below, it’s loud, it’s proud, and it’s aggressive as hell. It’s encompasses
everything about my city so well. We are die-hard fans who love the sports a
little too much. I think the “loozah” ties it all together so well. It illustrates
our culture and pride and basically shows everyone what we’re all about. Win or
loose, I love my city and wouldn’t trade it for the world. Welcome to Boston, loozah.


