Bob DeLeo is beating the odds. Not only that he’s going home a hero to the citizenry. Amazing. To his peeps in Winthrop and Revere and East Boston he’s a goddamn super hero. He’s like Wesley Snipes in Passenger 57 or Kurt Russell in Executive Decision. Wait, what am I thinking. He’s freakin’ Bruce Willis in Die Hard and Steven Segal in Under Siege put together. He saved everyone from certain death. This ain’t no local boy makes good story. This is much more.
If this was the movie the bill signing by Deval will be like the last scene where cops, firefighters, and rescue people are running around as ambulances take people away. Picture Bobby D. all bloody upped, no suit jacket, but his tie still on. His white short sleeve shirt all red with only two buttons holding it together. Underneath of course is a a beater. The stains are mostly blood, but some are from the chicken parm he had for lunch.
Right after the signing he looks over at the hot lobbyist, wait, better, a hot female jockey who wants to stay at Suffolk. “Please don’t make me move to New Jersey” she begged him at different times throughout the years.
Anyway, amidst all the confusion and chaos our hero Bobby D. looks at her and says, “I never did get your name.” and she responds with a kick ass comeback like, “funny, seems you get everything else around here” or “who wants to know?”.
Just then a Crown Vic pulls up next to them and a suit gets out of the passenger seat and tells Bobby that the director or the secretary or the President, or the Pope, or God is waiting to seem him ASAP.
At this point Bobby turns to the hot jockey and says, “would you like to get some coffee?” to which she says, “Yes, I would love some coffee.” Bobby then looks back at the suit and says, “God is going to have wait.”
Music builds and the camera pans back (we’re going to need a crane here fellas) and wounded but mobile Bobby puts his arm around the jockey and together they walk away from the scene of the disaster. Oh, one more thing, by this time the hot jockey has to have strategic rips in her wardrobe.
Anyway. It’s like that when searching for a metaphor to describe how Bobby saved his district.
Or did he? I don’t know but they think so and it’s what they wanted.
But that’s not the point. The point is the bastard achieved a very tough objective.
I salute you Sir.
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I was going to do a bunch a blurbs about a bunch of stuff, including Joan Vennochi’s fine column today, the presidential scheduling embarrassment , patronage with a litle Peyton Place in the Governor’s office. (Anyone notice the new communications hire at the DOT? How did he/she get the job?) Also going to Give Judge Mulligan shit for getting raped by the new court reform law. He still gets to handle work schedules though. Oh these summer vacations are a bitch.
Also wanted to mention Sal, more gambling, and of course Elizabeth Warren.
What else? I forget. But the point is I got carried away with this Bobby movie thing so I don’t have tiime.
Good Day
HeartlandDem says
C’mon back and finish what you started…what’s this, “I don’t have time” stuff? No way….get back here and expand yourself. I want to read the rest of the story….every movie has at least two sequels….get busy!
Ryan says
How much time does it to be a used car salesman on one of the last nice summer days, Ernie? Admit it, you were at the beach and your imagination got to you, so you wrote your rough outline of a movie script. :p
In another 4-5 years, what’s the sequel going to be? I’m assuming it will follow along the lines of Fox’s former hit, Prison Break. Right?