Papi: My Story by David Ortiz

It does not matter if you are a Red Sox fan.  If you know anything about baseball, at all, you know David Ortiz.

And I am a Red Sox fan; Boston is my f*%$#^(g city.

I expected to read a memoir full of laughs.  While there are plenty, I was not expecting how much I'd cry reading this.  I mean flat out bawling at his mother's death.  Shaking with anger at the way his girlfriend was treated in Minnesota because they had children but were not yet married.  Unable to hold it together as he recounts that terrible day at the marathon.  Seriously, I'm crying now rethinking about these and other moments.

Here's a rather funny in a wrong way but so true statement from Tiffany Ortiz to lighten the mood: a parking space in Boston costs more than a house in Minnesota.  True story.

This was one of the best memoirs I've ever read, and I'm not just saying that because it's Papi.  I've read other Red Sox memoirs and been under-impressed.  This is so good I'm NOT donating it to the WHHS LMC.  I'm keeping this one and just ordered another off Amazon to donate.

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