I’m so intrigued by Bobby Vines. I’d never heard of him in my life until he passed away a week ago. Now, I wish I knew more about the Celtics employee everyone seems to unanimously consider a terrific guy. (Boston Herald)
As a child, Robert Vines aspired to be a pilot, but due to his affliction with sickle cell anemia, his doctor told him he could never fly.
In an example of the spirit he was known for, Vines was taking pilot lessons before his death last Saturday, family and friends say, still keen to “fulfill his dream.”
“He had a mental toughness,” Michael Vines said yesterday of his brother, who died outside his Medford home of complications from the disease. “Bobby had sickle cell disease, but the disease didn’t have him.”
Bobby Vines is one hell of a story. I just keep wishing I knew more about him — his life, his impact on the Celtics, his death, everything. I wish Rick Reilly would write a piece on him; there’s nobody better at encapsulating the impact of someone like Bobby Vines than Reilly.
Vines seems like one hell of a guy, and I always wish those people would get more ink before they pass away. Now he’s already gone and people are giving half-assed stories about him confined by the amount of words their editor allots to the story. Stories that inevitably leave me wondering so much more.
Hell, I’d even love to write the story myself but I doubt I’d do Vines’ life justice. If there’s somebody, anybody, out there looking for one hell of a story to write, look no farther than Bobby Vines. And send me the story when you’re done. I can’t wait to read it.