I would like to burn Curt Schilling's soapbox while his feet are firmly grasped to it. Talk shit about Bonds? Fine. Steroids? If you have balls and don't mind risking sounding like a fucken hypocrite (Congress, I know nothing about steroids, and have never been in the presence of them even though I was on the 93-94 Phillies), go ahead, sound off. Talk about Bonds family and personal life as another player? You're an absolute shithead. And Curt is. I've talked to some people who have done presswork in the NL west, and I've been told three times now that Bonds and Schilling are by far the hardest two people to work with in all of sports.

He has this blog in which he calls himself the "Voice of the fan", Curt, you're not the voice of the fan. You're an ego driven, self centered, megalomaniac asshole who has absolute no grip on reality, despite how much you love being seen as a workings man man who will fight through anything to do his job even though you painted the blood that second game.

Get this, how in the hell, after the umm hello, HALL OF FAME, asks for your socks immediately after the first game in which you pitch with bloody socks do you casually just throw away your second bloody pair? Sorry, but it does not work that way. He didn't casually dismiss them, not even a player with a lesser ego would, either that was paint or he is just an idiot because he knew the importance of the first pair, why wouldn't he save the second? Or why would no one else grab them?

Hey Schilling....

I do like the Sox a bit though, they are a quirky bunch I just can't stand Schilling.