WE HERE IN THE GREAT COMMONWEALTH of Massachusetts are certain that we occupy prime real estate at the center of the universe. (How else to explain our property valuations?) Our ears burn Sox Nation red, Blue State blue, and Harvard crimson when the rest of the country says it isn’t so. Well, this year it was.
In 2012, we nearly exported a former governor to the White House (who had signed into law the state health care system that we had already successfully exported). We celebrated the oldest active ballpark in Major League Baseball, even as we jeered the most dysfunctional team in recent memory to play on its field. We rekindled interest in the largest art heist in history. We told you that Jesus might have had a wife, and we put an end to the miraculous run of a football star who made piety a nationwide craze. Our scandals and successes, our tragedies and triumphs, even our babies — welcome, Vivian (Bundchen) Brady — made national headlines. And if you still don’t believe us, we also grew the biggest biceps, and we weren’t afraid to flex them.