He arrived in a flurry of Dunkin’ Donuts and truck commercials, and tonight, as we try to take another step toward our second World Series championship in his four seasons with us, Curt Schilling may be pitching his last game for the Boston Red Sox.
It’d be easy to get all melancholy about it, but would Curt want that? Screw that noise. There’s no crying in baseball. And certainly no crying when we’ve got the hard-ass, straight-outta-Medfield, Playoff-time Superman versus 23 year-old rookie Ubaldo Jimenez.
I know where my money’s going, baby. I’ll be the guy in the red Schilling jersey. Drunk, of course.
Also, I ain’t got my taco. And neither does Royce.