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John Boston | Your Baseball Cap Screams What You Are
Editor’s note: The following “Best of Boston” column was originally published Aug. 11, 2023.
I am probably the absolute last person to write an essay on dressing up. Except for a gorilla suit and my cherished Wilt Chamberlain No. 13 wife-beater basketball jersey, I could easily go the rest of my life with three pairs of denim ranch jeans, matching three snap-button blue denim Western shirts and a red T-shirt underneath for pizzazz. Oh. Throw in underwear, socks, $1,200 cowboy hat, boots and a barn coat.
A cultural alarm ding-a-linged for me years ago. That’s when men started donning clown shorts that weren’t really shorts, per se. They ended mid-calf, giving the wearer a most comical suntan line. These mini-pants were adopted from the inner-city gang look, which came from those serving 15-to-life in the pokey. In a blink, CPAs and corporate attorneys were wearing the ghetto-strut pants-ette that oft exposed hairy butt cracks. (Band name.) Did it make the wearer look like Clown No. 4 or room-temperature IQ 11-year-old lookout on a Stingray bicycle in a drug deal?
Yes.
Did it stop brain surgeons from wearing this idiotic fashion statement? No.
When did we guys start dressing like extras in a Mad Max movie? I’m guessing it was in the 1960s and it probably started quite innocently with the baseball cap.
Prior to the ’60s, men wore fedoras or snappy, small-brimmed straw hats in the summer. In the late 19th century, men wore hats to shade themselves from the sun and also as fashion statements. They were also symbols of social distinction among men. When I was a kid, you didn’t wear a baseball cap unless you were a grease monkey, the Maytag repairman or batted behind Joe DiMaggio.
Farmers might be to blame. In the 1930s, they started wearing caps with artsy fertilizer company patches. I still own an old John Deere tractor topper I’d defend with my life. Still. Back then, a hat with a logo or message was way too bold, too strangely counterculture for most. Somehow, in a blink, everyone’s wearing baseball hats. Even women. In the early pages of my lifetime, you just never saw a woman wearing a baseball cap. It would be considered — well. Like you were the overly muscled third basewoman on the all-girls and gravel-voiced Love That Knows No Name Bakersfield softball team.
It was around the ’60s when we started advertising who we were on our caps and T-shirts. Well. We advertised not so much who we were, but who we wanted to be.
Much as I ride horses, can’t play polo. Well. Adeptly. That doesn’t stop several million squeaky clean yuppies from donning snooty Ralph Lauren baseball hats with the polo player logo. It sends the message, “I Am Athletic, Master Over Large Animals & Effortlessly Rich.”
Strange thing? No one stops these people in malls or grocery stores, yanks their caps off by the brim, slaps them lightly and announces: “No. No, you’re not…”
As evidence of a life not lived, I read several interesting papers on the social status and history of hats. “Hat tipping” is steeped in the elaborate custom of doffing one’s head covering in deference to someone of a higher social caste. Or, to a lady. While men’s hats, like the old mountain cave bear skull, were symbols of social status, women’s hats were symbols of conspicuous consumption and badges indicating rank. It’s not like being silly is a brand-new aspect of the human condition. In the 19th century, men sometimes wore their big old hats — INDOORS — all day. Funny, too. Male hat fashion usually rose from the ground up. For example, the round black bowler hat was, and still is today, a symbol of British bourgeoisie. But the Charlie Chaplin bowler started in the mid-19th century as a working-class helmet of hunters and groundskeepers.
A hatless man, way back when, was rarer than a brontosaurus. Every guy wore a hat. Or, a fly-attracting animal skull. With feathers. We live in polarized climes and today, the message you sport can scream volumes, from Oakland Raiders deviant to “Proud Grandma.”
What kind of knucklehead-ette would advertise something like that? Aren’t grandmothers, by nature, supposed to be proud of the family tree that skips a generation? I confess. I’d like the shake the hand of a grandma wearing “My Daughter’s Eefus is Currently Rotting in Penitentiary For Perversion Against Small Animals.” Cripes. That’s like 94 letters and spaces. That’d set you back like $200 getting said hat embroidered at the mall. Plus, it would be an exercise in futility as the message going out to the world would be in prescription-bottle-sized type.
Forget Climate Change. The demise of America will come from wearing prison shorts with beer bellies plopping over them. We don’t so much look into people’s eyes anymore but rather, at the small billboards that shade their noggins.
I must confess. I’m guilty of donning a cap with a put-up-your-dukes political message. A while back, 80% of our weasly Not-So-Much local paper-shuffling social justice warrior donkey girl scouts high school trustees abolished our noble and cherished Indian mascot for Hart High. The craven little weenies.
A pal of mine recently gave me a baseball hat with “Hart High Indians” embroidered boldly in front. I wear it to the local Piggly Wiggly in hopes that I may bump into one of the woke district cowards. I probably wouldn’t lightly slap them upside the head with my chapeau. I live in Los Angeles County where it’s the only felony that comes with a lengthy prison sentence. But, I’d give the unlucky trustee my best backwater evil eye. I’d wave my hat in the air, then commandeer the grocery store’s PA system to announce:
“Price check on craven little weenies, Aisle Six …”
Hm. Craven Little Weenies.
I think that was the name of the band that played at Saugus High’s last prom or the logo for my next fetching baseball sombrero…
The hat-wearing John Boston is Earth’s most prolific humorist and satirist. Visit his website, johnbostonbooks.com, and instead of back-to-school clothes, buy, for yourself, your kin and your children, his books.
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Meet Kenyatta Watson, a onetime receiver who’s been named the first general manager in Boston College football history – The Boston Globe
When he interviewed with Boston College coach Steve Addazio and didn’t get the job, Watson never relented. He interviewed again with Jeff Hafley and was in the running, before landing a position at Florida State.
Recently, after stops at FSU, Georgia Tech, and Auburn, Watson interviewed once more at BC. This time, everything fell into place with Bill O’Brien at the helm. Watson is now the first general manager in Boston College football history.
“Third time’s the charm,” Watson said. “Once the interaction began, it was a natural fit. It wasn’t like, ‘Oh my God, they finished 2-10. I’m afraid of that.’ No, I love the challenge. It’s an honor to have the opportunity.”
Watson first played competitive football at age 7 and immediately fell in love with the game. His mother ran track at Simon Gratz High School in Philadelphia, which explains Watson’s blazing speed.
Scarlett, a single mother, worked multiple jobs to provide for her family. Watson said he never went a day without thinking they were the richest people in the world. His mother always ensured he had the best cleats and bike helmet to keep up with his peers.
“Amazing woman. Just amazing,” Watson said. “She taught me discipline. She instilled that hard work will always win. She taught me to never give up.”
Watson starred at Deerfield Beach High and garnered heavy national interest. BC entered the picture relatively late, and Watson always smiles when he thinks about his first interaction with coach Tom Coughlin.
When Coughlin and assistant coach Randy Edsall entered Watson’s living room, before they could get a word in, Scarlett turned to them and addressed the elephant in the room.
“You’re not going to make him turn Catholic, are you?” Watson recalls his mother asking.
Coughlin clarified that they were not, and a conversation flowed naturally from there. Watson helped the Eagles to a 9-3 season as a freshman in 1993, highlighted by wins over No. 13 Syracuse, No. 25 Virginia Tech, and No. 1 Notre Dame.
Watson gravitated toward the gritty nature of the program under Coughlin. The Eagles couldn’t wear earrings or have facial hair below the bottom lip. There was no indoor facility, so practices were outdoors in the cold. Games were won in the trenches, and opposing players left battered and bruised.
“Tom Coughlin taught me discipline,” Watson said. “He taught hard work. He taught me to always have a plan, and then if that plan didn’t work, make sure you had another plan.”
The Eagles finished 7-4-1 the next year under Dan Henning. Watson, a wide receiver and returner, teamed up with quarterback Glenn Foley for one season, Mark Hartsell for two, and Matt Hasselbeck for one.
Watson finished his career with 93 catches for 1,215 yards and five touchdowns, along with a rushing TD and two punt returns for scores.
Watson dreamed of a long and fruitful career in the NFL. After a brief stint with the Cowboys in 1997, he realized that wasn’t feasible and pivoted to helping the next generation.
Watson spearheaded the creation of a highly successful travel football program in Georgia, the Gwinnett Chargers, that has since sent dozens of players to Division 1 college programs and several to the NFL.
He then worked for a company called 3Step Sports that helps young prospects gain exposure, and Grayson High School in Loganville, Ga., as a college recruiting liaison. Mentoring and inspiring kids was fulfilling, yet he knew he was capable of even more.
Eventually, that opportunity came at Florida State under Mike Norvell as director of player relations and a pro scout liaison. Watson was later the director of scouting at Georgia Tech for two seasons, followed by assistant general manager/recruiting at Auburn for two years.
BC was far away geographically, yet very much on his mind and in his heart. When everything finally aligned, it felt serendipitous.
“I tell kids all the time, if you look at my story and you look at my journey, anything is possible, as long as you keep working hard and keep believing in you,” Watson said.
When Watson speaks with parents, they rarely discuss football. Watson, whose sons, Kenyatta and Jett, have been highly recruited, tells them what to expect.
He prides himself on his ability to build and maintain relationships, which he believes pays dividends initially and when players transfer.
“One of the things that we needed to do was do a great job of upgrading how we acquire talent,” O’Brien said in a BC Athletics video. “Kenyatta has an unbelievable track record.”
Watson referenced Vanderbilt, Virginia, Georgia Tech, and Duke as prestigious academic institutions that have revitalized their football programs. If they can do it, Watson said, so can BC.
Director of athletics Blake James called the hiring a “huge win,” referring to Watson as someone who can help the Eagles compete on a national level.
“He’s someone who understands what it means to be a Boston College student-athlete and how that’s different from other places,” James said.
As Watson got off the plane Dec. 7, and arrived for work the following day, it felt surreal to complete a dream nearly 30 years later.
With notes from grateful alumni on his desk, and a warm welcome from O’Brien and Co., it immediately felt like home again.
Then, it was time to work.
“Let’s build this thing back up,” Watson said.
Trevor Hass can be reached at trevor.hass@globe.com. Follow him on X @TrevorHass.
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Still holiday shopping? Or maybe traveling? Here’s your weekend weather breakdown. – The Boston Globe
Early Sunday marks the final hours of astronomical fall and the start of astronomical winter, or the winter solstice, which is at 10:03 a.m., Sunday this year. It is also the longest night of the year.
Saturday: Colder and mostly sunny
Behind the mild day on Friday will come a colder one for Saturday. But this is very short-lived and certainly not a very intense cold. Temperatures will start in the 20s and end up in the 30s to low 40s as warmer air will already be streaming into the region. You’ll notice some high clouds in the afternoon, along with a light wind, a marker of warm air advection.
Some snow showers will brush through Northern New England on Saturday.
Saturday night, a light southwest breeze will keep temperatures from falling too much, holding to around 30 all night long.

Sunday: Dry, reaching the mid-40s
With that sort of a springboard, readings on Sunday will reach into the mid-40s along with a blend of clouds and sun.
Cold air drives in behind Sunday’s milder temperatures for a cold start to Christmas week.

Looking further ahead, there’s a small chance of some snow in the couple of days before Christmas. Whether or not we would end up with an inch on the ground in Boston on Christmas morning is still unlikely, but it’s not a zero chance.
Greater Boston: Look for plenty of sunshine on Saturday with temperatures in the mid- to upper 30s. A blend of clouds and sunshine is on tap for Sunday with temperatures in the low to mid-40s.
Central/Western Mass.: Look for sunny skies with temperatures just about freezing on Saturday and a little bit of a breeze. It’s near or a little above 40 and blustery on Sunday with partly sunny skies.
Southeastern Mass.: Temperatures will reach the low 40s on Saturday with mostly sunny skies and a bit of a westerly breeze; it’s in the mid- to upper 40s on Sunday with sun and clouds.
Cape and Islands: Temperatures will reach the low 40s on Saturday under an abundance of sunshine. Some clouds mixed with the sun on Sunday, with temperatures in the mid-40s.
Rhode Island: Mostly sunny on Saturday with highs in the low 40s, then on Sunday, look for partly sunny skies and highs in the mid-40s.
New Hampshire: Look for a dry weekend with temperatures right around freezing on Saturday under sunny skies and near 40 on Sunday with partly sunny skies. It will be colder in the mountains by about 10 degrees.
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Boston rebels against Trump immigration policies with an ‘ICE Tea Party’ – The Boston Globe
This time, the people marched in resistance to the harsh treatment of immigrants by the Trump administration.
“We descend from Immigrants and Revolutionaries,” read a battle cry beamed onto the side of the brick meeting house Tuesday.
“The society that stops seeing the people at the grocery line or the people that ride the bus with us, as human beings with beating hearts, then it’s not far off before our society devolves into no society at all,” Gilberto Calderin, director of advocacy at the Massachusetts Immigrant and Refugee Advocacy Coalition said to the crowd of hundreds.
The protest was organized by activist groups Boston Indivisible and Mass 50501, and began at the Irish Famine Memorial Plaza, just steps from the meeting house.
The lively crowd held up signs, waved American flags, and chanted during the march along Milk Street and Congress Street to the harbor.
Janet England of Brighton held a sign that read, “Democracy Needs Courage.”
The protesters, she said are “true patriots because we want freedom and democracy.”
“Although protest is a long game, we can’t give up. If you think about women’s suffrage, gay rights, the civil rights movement, it took years, but we just can’t give up,” she said.
Gloria Krusemeyer, from Alrington, used a walker to join the march.
“I’m irritated that I haven’t done more, and I’m just lucky that I can walk fast enough to be doing this,” she said.
Rick Mueller, from Cambridge, was dressed as Uncle Sam and held a large sign that read, “Liberty and Justice For All.”
“We’re fighting for America, so I’m gonna be America,” he said of his costume.
He handed small American flags out to protesters who waved them enthusiastically.
Ice dumping duties was limited to volunteers and select people.
Among them was Sarah, a mother who brought her 4-year-old daughter, Fiona.
Sarah declined to share her last name for her daughter’s safety.
After throwing ice into the harbor, Fiona shyly said that she wanted to come to the protest to “help families stay together.”
Through tears, Sarah said her decision to bring along Fiona came from wanting to teach her daughter to care about people from all walks of life.
“Kindness and compassion are things we learn in kindergarten and she will be in kindergarten so it’s really important for her to be kind and compassionate,” Sarah said, kissing her daughter’s check.
Likewise, Sara Sievers, from Cambridge, brought her parents, sister, her nephews and niece to dump ice.
“I think this is one of the most brutal regimes we’ve had in this country, and I want my niece and nephew to remember that it’s important to protest, and that we in Boston are part of a proud tradition of dumping things into the harbor with which we disagree,” Sievers said.
The family wore costumes of historical figures including Abigail Adams, Thomas Jefferson, and King Charles.
As the protest came to a close, Martha Laposata, spokesperson for Boston Indivisible said she wanted protestors to walk away knowing their voices matter.
“We cannot stand down,” Laposata said. “When people rise up against an authoritarian government, if they stay consistent and they keep growing, ultimately an authoritarian government will stand down.”
Camille Bugayong can be reached at camille.bugayong@globe.com.
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