Red Sox'Owner John Henry Lets Boston Magazine Print His Lovelorn Emails To His Young Bride

Say what you will about Red Sox owner John Henry, he's a man who knows how to get what he wants. Fortune, fame, the Sox, Dice-K, and a woman 30 years younger than him.

Boston magazine did a ridiculously long profile of Henry and his soon-to-be bride Linda Pizzuti in this month's issue, chronicling their courtship from the very beginning. And, as mentioned in the headline, the article reprints Henry's late night email to her. Right after the Celtics closed out the Lakers, he finally realized he wanted to make sweet, sweet love to the young , raven-haired real estate developer forever and ever:

Dear Linda,

A man needs a muse. Well, he doesn't really. He doesn't need nearly as much as he generally thinks he does. A man is greedy. Greedy for what he doesn't think he has and what he thinks he wants.

We probably wouldn't have wandered far beyond the basic necessities without that pushing us. Progress is one of its most important byproducts.

So you will ask, "Why are you writing this?" Because a brief encounter-and-a-half with you gave a cool spin to this little blue planet from my vantage point.

We feted the Celtics tonight and the skies opened. The sun emerged and created a giant rainbow between the city and the park. We were transfixed. You only saw it if you were in the right place. I was in the right place when I noticed you.

I barely know you. I don't have any illusions about capturing your heart. But the world is brighter, better, lighter and warmer when a man imbues a woman he knows-even tabula rasa-with the attributes I believe reside in you. It's the small things that ultimately matter. The subtle things.

I am honest. I don't play games. And I see no reason not to say that I've been smitten by you and you've done me a great service.

You've very innocently made my world brighter, better, lighter and warmer.

So thanks.

No response is necessary because a man doesn't need nearly as much as he thinks he does.

Holy fucking Wordsworth. That is some primo panty-dropping language there, Mr. Henry. And, is it just me or did anyone else have Metallica's "To Live Is To Die" going through their head while reading this? "When a man lies he murders some part of the world..."

Whatever it was, it worked. And now the two will be married until death cruelly ends their windswept romance forcing Pizzuti into an uncomfortable battle with Henry's first wife and his daughter over his estate.

The Owner Takes A Wife [Boston Magazine]