…the tough get Curt Schilling. Why? Cause he won’t put up with this losing crap. You can hit the man in the elbow with a line drive. Just give him the ball, get out of his way, and let him do his thing (7 innings, 2 hits, 0 runs, 9 Ks). I expect Schilling’s rallying cry this afternoon to have sounded something like this:

What the fuck happened to the Red Sox I used to know? Where’s the spirit? Where’s the guts, huh? “Ooh, we’re afraid to go with you Curt, we might get in trouble.” Well just kiss my ass from now on! Not me! I’m not gonna take this. Swisher, he’s a dead man! Kotsay, dead! Thomas…

It certainly helps that he got some run support. You usually should be in good shape when Papi gets halfway to the cycle with a triple and a homer, and Doubles adds two more to his league lead. But no question the star of today’s game was the Ace.

Since the Sox have been playing Oakland, I’ve been lucky enough to get the games on TV this week. Well, lucky if you can stand the constant bitching of the announcers, Glen Kuiper and Ray Fosse. Let’s just say that they weren’t too fond of Curt hitting Nick Swisher in retaliation for Tek. So, for the rest of the game, they bitched and moaned about how Schilling should be kicked out. Honestly, their whining resembled that of an annoying girlfriend: passive aggressive (”he seems to have found his control again”), bitching, insulting, and with a sense of total moral superiority (”what a disgrace”).

So if they’re going to yell at Schilling, then they should at least make it even. They need to make sure to also bitch out Jay Payton on the air for throwing a ball into the crowd at Fenway on Thursday and injuring a fan. Or how about Milton Bradly for getting into a screaming match with a fan behind the dugout? Schilling protected his catcher. What have they done for their team recently?