The Greatness Of Big Papi

“I’m not a five-tool player,” he says. “I may be a two-tool player. But one of them tools is this one right here.”

Ortiz points to his head again. Boston’s designated hitter and, more than that, the conscience of Red Sox Nation, talks with his hands. His fingers reveal his mood. They dance when he’s excited. They stagger at disappointment. They swirl at confusion. When Ortiz wants to emphasize a point, he moves them slowly – sometimes touching another person’s shoulder or leg or, in this case, his own head