Reflections of a Boston Lawyer

I am a sports fan.  More accurately, I suppose, I am a Boston sports fan.  Over the last 35 years, I have gone to countless Red Sox and Celtics games.  I was at game 5 of the 1986 World Series (the one the Sox won at Fenway on a masterful performance by lefty Bruce Hurst, who for a fleeting moment during Game 6 was prematurely named series MVP), the bloody sock game of the 2004 ALCS, Game 2 of the World Series that year, and other notable contests.  I also witnessed first-hand the Celtics Game 7 victory over the Lakers to clinch the NBA championship in 1984, Bird's steal of Isaiah's inbound pass for a last-minute win against the Pistons in the 1987 Eastern Conference Finals, Tree Rollins biting Danny Ainge in a 1983 playoff melee, and many more exciting (and some not-so-exciting) games I attended through the Reggie Lewis, Paul Pierce and Rajon Rondo eras of Celtics basketball. Professional sports have changed, and the agent of change has been money.  Players who considered th

We live in an increasingly narcissistic culture.  Technology has given us so many ways to express our love for ourselves.  We can post pictures of ourselves on Facebook, tweet them on Twitter, share them on Instagram, or snap them on Snapchat.  One of our favorite new activities is to use our smart phones to take "selfies," a word that transparently reveals our enchantment with ourselves.  The more we play with our new toys, the more we become obsessed with sending our images into the ether, for all, or at least our friends, to see.  We have become shameless self-promoters. In fairness, our motivations aren't all bad.  We display ourselves on social media as a way of being social.  Connecting with our friends, our families, and others is a good thing.  We don't just want them to see who we are and what we're doing; we also want to see them and their activities.  And the selfies we enjoy most are those that include other people, not just ourselves.  We are partie