Irish Pilgrim

Just a normal (Read: Crazed) Bostonian into sports and pop culture.

[James Lucas @JamesLucasIT]

No one painted candlelight like Georges de La Tour

[Only In Boston @OnlyInBOS]

The Celtics new 31-year-old minority owner has with a major goal: grow the team's presence in China.

Mario Ho, son of casino tycoon Stanley Ho, says the Celtics already have roughly 25 MILLION fans in China and believes that number can grow significantly.

[Kalshi Football @KalshiFB]

Prime Odell was different 😨

[Kalshi Football @KalshiFB]

One of the greatest fake punts of all time 🔥

[Savage @Savageboston]

One of the best football clips I’ve ever seen

[🎸 Rock History 🎸 @historyrock_]

Happy 60th birthday to drummer and son of Ringo Starr, Zak Starkey!

His career is notable for his role as a key member of The Who since 1996 and of Oasis from 2004 to 2008

[TheOlChippy @TheOlChippy]

Here is Father Mychal Judge in his last moments.

His mind is stirring and soul is heavy. It’s as if he knows. He whispers prayers to himself and for the tragic events happening above him.

He unfortunately would not survive the collapse of the south tower as debris fell on top of him in the north tower (as seen here).

The next scene is Batallion Chief Pfeifer’s brother Kevin, also deep in his thoughts and what he is seeing in front of him, who also tragically did not survive as the North tower collapsed.

[James Lucas @JamesLucasIT]

The man who painted this was born on this exact day in 1774. His most famous painting hides something on purpose, and it's one of my favorite details in all of art history...

It is called Wanderer Above the Sea of Fog, made by the German artist Caspar David Friedrich around 1818. A lone man stands on a rocky peak in a dark green coat, gripping a walking stick, his hair caught in the wind, looking out over an endless ocean of fog with mountains breaking through it.

It has become one of the most recognized images in the world, reproduced on countless book covers and posters. But here is the choice I find so brilliant: you never see the man's face. He stands with his back to you, gazing away into the mist. Friedrich did this deliberately, and often, so often that this pose has a name, the Rückenfigur, the figure seen from behind.

And it does something remarkable: because you cannot see his face, you are not looking at him, you are looking WITH him. He becomes a doorway. You stand where he stands, staring into the unknown, and his experience becomes yours...

Friedrich once said: "The artist should paint not only what he has in front of him, but also what he sees inside himself."

As someone who has always been a reflective person, often prone to going deep and at times to melancholy, i have always felt this painting speak to me in a way no other one does. To me it is about the moment every person meets sooner or later, when you stand at the edge of your own life and look out at a future you cannot see clearly, everything ahead of you wrapped in fog, uncertain, awed and humbled and a little afraid all at once. Friedrich painted the feeling of being human and small before something vast, and then he did the most generous thing an artist can do: he turned the man away from us, so that the vastness he faces becomes our own, and each of us fills that fog with whatever future we are most afraid to meet, standing there with him, a little less alone in facing it...

[Michele McPhee @MicheleMcPhee]

I went deep down the rabbit hole for months on this exclusive long form about Bernard Fritsch, the former tech titan turned convicted fraudster.

In 2025, Fritsch - who lived in an $11 million Malibu villa overlooking the ocean with his fiancee, a one-time Hollywood starlet - was convicted of running a $20M scheme to bilk investors with promises of an app that would monetize ads for celebrities and influencers.

Hours before his scheduled bond hearing connected to his sentencing, the 63-year-old German national cut off his ankle bracelet and paid a coyote to ferret him over the border into Mexico, with the help of his future wife, Lucinda Weist.

While he sipped Mezcal, the feds arrested Weist for aiding and abetting a fugitive. But he didn't come to her rescue.

Fritsch, @LAmag has learned, used her credit card to pay for Mexico City hotel room the night before he hopped on a flight to Munich, his homeland, a country that does not extradite its citizens. He is still boasting about his life of luxury online against a backdrop of royal castles in the Bavarian Alps as his family members are facing the loss of their homes they posted as part of his bail package.

This is a fun one and rumor has it that there could be an update on this story very soon.

https://t.co/4JkrWeZgHv

[Science girl @sciencegirl]

A road in Pompeii, built before AD 79, the small white stones reflected moonlight, making it easier to see at night.

[Kalshi Football @KalshiFB]

Jim Brown was a man among boys on the football field 🐐

(video: @NFL)

[Irish Pilgrim @RMurray248]

@Kay_Breezy22 Gorgeous (and sexy)!!!

[Only In Boston @OnlyInBOS]

A Back Bay home just hit the market for $38 million.

The 10,800+ square foot mansion on Commonwealth Ave includes 9 fireplaces, a sauna, wine room, private terraces, elevator access to every floor, and 3 private parking spaces.

[Only In Boston @OnlyInBOS]

📍Boston

[Science girl @sciencegirl]

Elizabeth Taylor’s legendary jewelry collection sold for $156.8 million at Christie’s in 2011, the most valuable private jewelry auction in history

[Only In Boston @OnlyInBOS]

The view landing in Boston tonight.

❤️

[Old School Boston @OldSchoolBoston]

Thanks to Katie Bellotti for this one! Lahage's Salt Water Taffy Nantasket Beach.

[visionaryvoid @Visionaryvoid]

Ottla Kafka, the devoted sister of author Franz Kafka, was killed in the gas chambers upon arrival at Auschwitz on October 7, 1943, after volunteering to accompany a group of orphans from the Terezin ghetto so they would not face the journey alone.

[The Husky @Mr_Husky1]

She was a 20-year-old Argentine waitress and single mother, working long hours in Miami after being abandoned by the father of her little girl.

She wasn’t chasing dreams. She was paying bills. Surviving.

One crowded night behind the bar, a man walked up and asked if he could “hide” for a while.

He said he was an actor. That people had started recognizing him. That he just needed a break from the cameras.

Luciana Barroso didn’t know—or care—who he was.

She smiled and said, “Sure. But only if you make yourself useful.”

So he did.

He rolled up his sleeves. Mixed drinks. Served customers. Washed glasses.

Between orders, they talked. Laughed. Felt something easy and unforced take shape.

When her shift ended, she finally asked his name.

“Matt Damon,” he said.

That ordinary night turned into something extraordinary.

They married in 2005. Nearly twenty years later, they’re still together—raising four daughters, with Matt having adopted Luciana’s eldest as his own.

No spotlight. No grand entrance.

Just two people meeting at the right moment.

Because sometimes the right person doesn’t sweep you off your feet.

He steps behind the bar—

and helps you wash the dishes.