Every time I watch a great pitcher in the post-season (or two of them as we saw in Game 5 of the Series) I re-run in my mind the bloodied sock of Curt Schilling in '04 and that stellar pitching performance against the Y*****s. No-one has greater respect, admiration, hey worship than I have for Schilling.
As a pitcher.
But yesterday he was trounced. And I'm delighted.
The pictures of him at the right hand of the Republican Baker on the trail in Massachusetts, after he moved his company to Rhode Island because he was turned down for $75 million in loan guarantees, was as good a reason as any for voting for Patrick. And more than a million good people of my adopted state did so.
While they were at it, they also rejected Republicans for every other elected post going. And turned down a cut in sales tax. (I'll overlook and even sympathize with the alcohol vote.)
All this despite Schilling. Despite the Herald. And despite the simplistic rantings of the Tea Party.
Thanks, guys. You make me proud.
Today's listening: Jefferson Airplane, 1970-09-14, Fillmore West. "This whole set's for Timothy Leary, who escaped today."