Curt Schilling began his Red Sox career in 2004, the same year The Soxaholix appeared on the web, and during that time Schilling has been a catalyst for much of conversation around here. Featured below are some random bits that are focused on number 38 and which are meant to stand in tribute to one of the greatest players to ever represent the Boston Red Sox. Thank you, Curt Schilling.
Susan/Circle:
When the miraculously and obviously
on
Curt Schilling played the chin music to A-Rod in the 1st, I got pregnant, immaculately.
Bill:
What fertile woman of Red Sox Nation wouldn't desire such conception? The dominant genes of
the Hero
must be spread. An army of Schillings progeny for our future dominance!
[
Oct 20, 2004
]
Tara:
Are you kidding me? It's gotten so bad even Schilling's personal Savior can't save him, not for all the pre-pitch cross kissing in the world.
[
Aug 30, 2005
]
Bill:
So when Schilling says that Randy Johnson is quote "special," does he mean, you know,
special? You know short bus special.
[
Jan 13, 2005
]
Bill:
No shit. Why the fuck is it easier to find out
how Britney Spears clips her skanky bush
than it is to find out what the fuck Schilling said to Manny? Where's our mofo Woodward? Where's our mofo Bernstein?
[
July 12, 2004
]
Doug:
When Schilling said Arroyo's "got nuts the size of Saturn," somehow I don't think
this is what he had in mind
.
[
Apr 01, 2005
]
Doug:
Un-fucking-believable.
Schilling wakes up and can't even walk.
12 hours later he's dueling Renteria in the top of the first.
[
Oct 25, 2004
]
Doug:
Curt Schilling, is fun in the sense that Ghenghis Khan was fun.
[
Feb 28, 2006
]
Bill:
Absolutely. And don't look now, but
when Schilling takes a break from being the Grand Poobah of Baseball
and God's Anointed Spokesperson on Earth to, you know,
STFU
and pitch,
he looks good
.
[
July 27, 2007
]
Doug:
And then there's Curtis Montague Schilling like Moses himself leading the fucking people to the promised land (again). Dude was not only in his best form since the saga of the blood sock on Opening Day, but there he is Wednesday night at the top of the dugout steps cheering on Beckett and Papelbon like it's mid Octobah in New York and not early April in Arlington.
[April 07, 2006]
