My aunts and uncles on my mother’s side have a couple of things in common: they are Red Sox fans and they are Latin fanatics. I come from a big family of Latin fanatics. Emails have been going back and forth between aunts and uncles (I’ve been copied on them) – discussing the Red Sox game in … well … in Latin. I have been crying with laughter reading some of them. Uhm … “Who’s Your Daddy” in Latin? That’s what I’m talking about.
One of the emails opens with:
Ut Bomberi Bronxienses se toppleant in nasibus suis et creaseant pinstripos suos, we pray to the Lord.
More:
Papi Noster qui es in Fenway, sanctificetur nomen tuum…sed libera nos a malo, Amen. Ite missa est.
Everyone has lost their collective minds.
That sounds like it should belong in a prophecy somewhere. “And those of the Beantown shall speak in the ancient tongue and thither shall be much trash talking.”