A few Fun Facts about the Cohen boys:
For starters, they are two sets of twins: Tom (center, in red) and Dan (far right) are the elders, Peter (far left) and Charlie (front and center) the youngers.
Next. They could have been — but were not — named after four prominent network newsmen, Brokaw, Rather, Jennings and Gibson.
Further. Peter and Charlie’s birth happened on the last night of existence of the Old Red Sox … Saturday, Oct. 16, 2004. The first eight baseball games to which their life calendars played witness were: four straight over the Yankees (goosebumps), and four straight over the Cardinals, and the World Series championship. Imagine that gift: potentially the most disheartening loss in the history of the Boston Nine, 19-8, and two of the greatest Red Sox fans on the planet — proud parents Kristen and Lee Cohen — barely even cared.
(That was a long Fun Fact, wasn’t it?)
Fourth. Peter is my Godson, making me his Godfather, or as he used to say, his “Grandfather,” which I am not.
Fifth. They are as diverse individually as they are beautiful collectively, this Cohen two-twin foursome.
Finally. Those parents of whom I spoke, Kristen and Lee, are as good a set of friends as you can have, period. I’ve known Kristen for all but about two months of my 43-plus years (she was born two months after me), and now I dig her husband (I’d say “love,” but that might sound weird) as much as I dig her. Mostly because he’s awesome.
So on April 1, the two larger Cohens who created the four smaller Cohens joined The Beautiful Heth and I for dinner at Henrietta’s Table in Cambridge. The Cohen appearance was supposed to be a surprise, but to be honest, from the minute TBH had told me she was taking me out to dinner at some point south, I had secretly hoped it would be with Kristen and Lee. As soon as she started acting a little funny about it, I knew.
Point is, from that dinner came a plan for Lee to come up with Peter and rebound. Lee had helped several times earlier — including a long drive up from his Massachusetts home last September to rebound as part of the USA Today feature (pictured at right) that ran in October.
But the kids hadn’t, yet.
So Peter had asked about coming up, and once a plan was hatched to do it, Charlie, Dan and Tom joined in as well.
As you might imagine, mom stayed home for a rare night of peacetime.
So there the Cohen boys were, in the driveway, and then at the gym, and we started firing away … first with Peter and Lee, then with Dan, then Tom and Charlie, and Noah got deep into the fray as well.
I would be lying to say this was an aesthetic masterpiece, on mine or anyone else’s part, but what it lacked in precision it more than made up for in laughs. We had the Peter overhands. We had the Tom and Charlie figure-eights, running around behind me in the midst of the rebounding chores. We had the assembly line, from Charlie to Tom to Dan to me. We had fun.
And by the end, we had put 1,500 more through the metal circle, for a total of 756,507 down, 243,493 to go.
Now that your husband and your first oldest boy and your second oldest boy and your first youngest boy and your second youngest boy have all had their turn, there’s only one Spring Road Cohen left to sign the T-shirt, and her name is … you.
Yes, that’s an invitation.