I am a Massachusetts native and a lifelong Patriots fan: I was 13 years old when the Patriots beat the St. Louis Rams to win their first Super Bowl, and since September of 2001, I’ve derived a disproportionate amount of self-worth from Tom Brady.
Last night, I put on a “New England vs. Everyone” T-shirt, bought a 12-pack of Wachusett Brewing’s Bella-Czech Pilsner, went to my cousin’s Super Bowl party, and kept my beer cold with a David Ortiz koozie, which is arguably the most clutch koozie of all-time.
Then, I watched the most improbable comeback in football history.
The most improbable comeback in sports history? I think I still lean towards the 2004 Red Sox, but this is too joyous a day for semantics.
Super Bowl LI was another thing to celebrate in a string of 15 years that’s given me a lot to celebrate, and on today’s Coffee Mate, I give you the soundtrack to that celebration: Moufy’s “Boston Lights,” the song I’ve listened to the most over the last 24 hours, both as my pre-game-mood-setter and my post-game-banger.
Boston doesn’t have the coolest songbook, with our stadiums pumping out “Dirty Water” by the Standells, “Shipping Up To Boston” by the Dropkick Murphys, and “Sweet Caroline” by Neil Diamond. Good songs, but not cool songs.
We’re the city of Aerosmith, Boston, the Mighty Mighty Bosstones, J.Geils Band, Bell Biv Devo, and Marky Mark and the Funky Bunch. Again, not exactly bursting at the seems with “cool.”
But on “Boston Lights,” Moufy changes that, giving the city the boastful, hip-hop posture it deserves: a native son, Moufy reps his home with brash confidence and an insider’s knowledge, with a local’s sense of place and a dreamer’s sense of size, and updates the sound of the city for the modern day, something its desperately needed. Though no one in Boston is ever accused of lacking in pride, Moufy wears the city like a badge of honor, and puts Boston in a 21st century, hip-hop context—a place it’s almost never mentioned.
Released in 2011 following the Bruins’ Stanley Cup victory, Moufy says, “Welcome to the Bean, where we party and keep winning.” The lyric was true at the time, but even more true now that extra banners have been hung: a third Red Sox World Series in 2013, a Malcom Butler goaline interception for a fourth Patriots’ Super Bowl, and last night’s thirty-one unanswered points to put a ring on Tom Brady’s thumb.
It’s an embarrassment of riches, and I am blessed to have been born in the Commonwealth.
But I also write for Salute Magazine, whose Editor-In-Chief is from Atlanta: I haven’t heard from him all day long, and as I press publish, I’m aware that this may very well be my last post.
Whatever. Worth it.
Play me out, Mouf.
WATCH: “BOSTON LIGHTS” BY MOUFY