Those who risk, win: The latest from Boston

If you've been on any social media site this week, you've seen the Boston Strong logos, the photos with "you messed with the wrong city" superimposed over them. I know you've seen the press releases from former and current Boston citizens that tell you over and over again, if you haven't experienced the city, you couldn't possibly understand it, and I'll say it with them, because, in all honesty, they're 100% correct.
It's not just Marathon Monday, it's Boston as a collective whole. I'll be the first to admit, there are times when I have absolutely hated this city. I spent my elementary school field trips navigating through the Big Dig. I've been cut off by someone who decided to bang a left at the last minute, sans blinker, from the far right hand lane. Anyone who grew up anywhere close to Boston has the same laments I do. That much is certain. And, just like everyone, we've all done exactly what we hate the rest of Boston for doing. No blinker when changing lanes? Asshole. Forget the fact that you did two streets back, this person in front of you clearly has no idea how to drive. Yankees in town for the weekend? Forget about it, you can't walk two feet without hearing Yankees suck, even when, let's be honest, they most definitely didn't. The people at the bar are too drunk at 3 am, but really, wasn't that you at some point as well? Chances are, if you were college aged and in Boston, you were at one point, stumbling around the streets eating $1.00 teriyaki from Hong Kong's. That's Boston life. Loathing and loving all that you are, in immediate succession.
Maybe it's classic younger sibling syndrome. We know we're no New York and we're damn proud of it, though maybe slightly jealous. For what reason though? Boston is the heart of America. You cannot argue with that logic. It was one of the first cities founded, the first to start the fight to make America the land of the free and the home of the brave. The minutemen, a hodge-podge militia hid behind rocks and took shots at a well trained army and eventually, drove them out of town. Doesn't that tell you something about the spirit of Boston, of Massachusetts? It should.
Perhaps it's because we know we are a smaller city, we feel like we have more to live up to. We are the children of Irish and Italian immigrants. We are hard-headed and stubborn, to a fault, if you ask the rest of the world. If we are sure we are the best, we are, and we don't need any championships to back that up. (Let's be honest, the Yankees suck chant proved that more than anything.) Boston is like the Bantam cock strutting around the hen house. Small in stature, but loud and proud, always ready for a fight. Screw with this city and you've earned a one way ticket to hater-ville. Just ask Whitey Bulger.
This is why if you're not from Boston, you just wouldn't understand. Where else can a city collectively hate, and collectively forgive one man for a simple baseball error. Seriously. Boston drove a man OUT, for letting a ball roll through his legs. (I'm not proud of that, sorry Bill Buckner.) Just one simple error, it didn't even hurt anyone, just left an emotional wound on a long suffering cursed city. Imagine if you will then, two people who actually did hurt the city. Not in a metaphorical sense, but actually wounded people, killed people. These two young men, as we've come to find out, seem to be under the impression that they will get away with this. Maybe they believe that they can actually hide. HIDE. From Boston. A city that wouldn't forgive Billy Buckner until 2004. Hide from a city who is collectively, with the world behind us, looking for them. Hide from a city built on stubborn Irish and Italian, and many other national prides. To you two disgusting examples of human beings, I have just a few words. Good luck, love Boston.
Here are the pictures for anyone who thinks that they can help.
http://boston.cbslocal.com/2013/04/18/authorities-release-images-of-boston-marathon-bombing-suspects/