Curt Schilling Still Can’t Shut Up
Curt Schilling (right), pictured with family of pod people.
Just a warning, this is going to get a little angry and disgusting by the last paragraph, so lock up the kids and the Catholics.
If you havn’t heard yet, Curt Schilling has been added to the mile long list of people who are complaining about Barry Bonds and the Steroid Era, which is the potential name (who am I kidding, it’s the probable name) for the Aughts, and possibly the decades prior.
Everything, and I mean EVERYTHING, that is being said about Bonds right now has been said before. Nobody’s adding anything new to the debate. How do I know this? Because we still know no more about Bonds’ use of Steroids today than we did a year ago. It’s all fuel for ratings, because sports is slowly becoming something we’d rather debate about than play.
Is this because debate can’t be ‘juiced’? I’m not sure. Woody Paige is probably smoking up before every Around the Horn, but, then again, unless we’re in the Snowboarding competition of the Winter Olympics, or Ricky Williams is involved, I don’t think anyone’s going to claim weed is a performance enhancing drug.
Back to Curt, though. And here’s the point I wanted to make when I started writing this little rant; he publicly campaigned for George W. Bush, and used the Red Sox 2004 World Series victory to help him do so on Good Morning America.
Therefore, since he helped Bush get elected, for real, I’ve always thought that he’s lost all right to speak in public, especially when criticizing someone else. Curt, you’re a six-pack of DoucheJuice, and, just* like Patton hates Paris, I hope you get cancer of the AIDS of the leukemia of the eyes. Man, if this can happen, I’ll pay the biker to skull-fuck it into him.
