You might recall that, a couple of years back, David Ortiz generated some news by putting his house in Weston on the market. The New England media proceeded to spend a week circulating pictures of Red Sox memorabilia-strewn walls and the very granite countertops where Big Papi may have cooked his own mofongo.
Like me, perhaps you assumed that Papi, with the kids finally out of the house, wanted to downsize. Maybe he’d move into a condo in the Back Bay, somewhere with concierge service and no stairs to deal with where he could gracefully transition into old age.