Great day for baseball, let's play two.

Monday's rain has dampened the schedule a bit. Schilling's start has been pushed back (sort of). He'll start today in the second game of a double-header and then Sunday against the Yankees in the last regular-season home game.

Could you ask for any more drama?

It's tough to aska team to win seven games in six days. I pray there is no more rain this week.

The Boston Globe today has an interesting story about Curt Schilling's struggle with, well, failure.

Now I feel guilty for Monday's entry, but who could blame me? He came back too soon. He struggled and continues to struggle. He has disrupted the clubhouse, whether intentional or not.

The events of last year are not lost on me. I have the utmost respect for Schilling.

But this year, he let his ego get in the way of progress. He so badly wanted to be the pitcher he was that he over did it causing a delay in the healing process.
He knew he was not ready.

Instead of the closer's role he should have started out as the set-up man. Mike Timlin has done a fairly decent job - so long as no one is on base when he first steps foot on the rubber. Having more consistency in that role might have bettered the record so the Sox would not be in this tough position (a half-game down with seven games to go).

Yes, I and many others have been critical, but I believe Schilling is taking too much of it to heart. Whenever I've listened to talk radio (God help me), I am always reassured that the fans of Boston will always give Schilling a pass. The bloody sock is forever etched into each of their minds. That is how it should be.

However, Schilling has got to let his pain (and ego) subside in order to earn another diamond-studded ring and the more-important, all-elusive A.L. East Division title.

I feel for him, I really do. But if there's no crying in baseball, there is surely wimpering and whining.

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