Am I the only one wishing that Curt Schilling would go ahead and really run for the open Senate seat in Massachusetts?
Curt, baby, run!
Please!
For years I have followed the career of this buffoonish windbag, and I have prayed for someone, anyone, to take him on in a no-holds-barred arena of real life.
Not the fawning medium of sports-cum-infotainment news which is what mainstream media has devolved to recently.
This gasbag, who has forgotten that he is at the 15.01 minute mark,keeps on attempting to stay relevant by butting into matters much left to his betters.
All I ask for right now, is for him to throw his hat into the ring, and discover that unlike professional baseball, and indeed, professional major league sports around the world, politics is a bloodsport fought by gladiators skilled in the darkest of dark arts, lying through their respective teeth.
Furthermore, the thin veneer of love and accolades currently showered on him by the citizens of the Commonwealth, would evaporate as soon as his kimono is yanked open in order for his darkest secrets to become exposed.
For me, all I ask, is any erstwhile opponent of this yum-yum please answer a single question, one that has been haunting me for years:
Wasn’t it really red paint under his socks at that World Series game?
Allegedly
Previously
Can Curt shut up?
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