We're Human Beings

That's why we're here, said Julio Lugo to the Globe. Sox fans booed poor Lugo, booed his at-bat after he dropped the ball in the pivotal fifth. That ball,I got to it,I just couldn't come up with it. Lugo wants you to know he is fast: a slower player wouldn't even get close enough to get booed. Lugo wants you to know he's only human:We're human beings. That's why we're here. If not, I would have wings. I'd be beside God right now. I'd be an angel. But I'm not an angel. I'm a human being that lives right here. Next day, all is forgiven. Lugo's home run, Lugo's sweet comment to the press. I wanted to make a poster like the ones that say It's my birthday! or First Time at Fenway! or, pathetic,ESPN. Posterboard, permanent marker to say Lugo:me,too. I'm a human being that lives right here, decided it's too esoteric, too ephemeral a reference, but it's true: Oh, Lugo, Julio Lugo, I'm here with you.