perfidy

If you want to know everything you need to know about this year's Red Sox, and why they are still alive to play Game 7, look at this picture of Curt Schilling from last night's game:

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That red stuff on his right sock in front of the stirrup? That's not dye.

This is not the '26-taxis' teams of the Dan Duquette Era. Our pitching squad does not consist of Pedro and Player To Be Named Later. No, this is the team with the funny hair that makes Manny Ramirez grin, that makes a hero out of a washed-up first baseman, and that seem to be playing because it's a damn fun game.

No matter what happens tonight, it's been a helluva ride. Thanks, guys.

[wik] Special bonus footage for those who never been to Beantown.

Storrow Drive runs along the banks of the Charles River, a tortuously winding six lane nightmare with nearly invisible lane markers. On the westbound side of Storrow headed out of town, there is a particularly nasty reverse (or "S") curve with unmarked lanes that winds under a pedestrian overpass. Some brave soul, in defiance of the repeated efforts of the Mass. Highway Goons, has defaced the sign warning drivers of said curve, repeating his effort whenever the Goons replace the sign, such as was done around the time of the Democratic Invasion (God forbid delegates soak in a little local color!). Alert drivers passing under the overpass who can devote some brainshare which would otherwise be occupied with trying not to die in a mess of twisted metal on Storrow Motor Speedway to taking in scenery, are presented with this cri du coeur from Boston's long-suffering yet waggish soul:

[alsø wik] So check this out... the reason Curt Schilling's ankle was bleeding all last night was because-- no shit-- he had the skin of his ankle sewn to the bone to keep his injured tendon in place. And get this... he's offered to do it again if we make the Series.