Dave O’Hara’s formal sendoff was Saturday, at his funeral Mass at St. Columbkille Church in Brighton, where family and friends prayed, wept, commiserated, and laughed, and then laughed that little bit extra, all in celebration of “Dancin’ Dave’s’’ life well lived.
The good laugh was an O’Hara standard. His laugh. His friends forever will imitate it, for its rich, distinctive, infectious, and fun-loving cackle. Though impossible to do it justice in print, the short burst of an O’Hara laugh would bring a noisy, bustling, frenetic press box to an abrupt halt — a reminder that, no matter how serious the moment or how wrought with deadline anxiety, there was one guy in the room able to remember that a ballgame was just a ballgame.