Curt Schilling is a Clown Bag

F*ck Curt Schilling.

Plain and simple. F*ck him right in the pants.

That loud mouth prick deserves a no-hitter like Paris Hilton deserves a MacArthur Grant. Don't whine and cry about how sad it is he lost the no-hitter, and try to act like, aw shucks, that really would have been cool. NO! No it wouldn't have! Im just amazed he wasn't blogging about how great he is between innings. Im not sure why some bloated poo slinger who spends half the season doing his impression of an Iron Mike pitching machine thinks that anyone gives a flying f*ck what he thinks. This guy writes more opinions than the Supreme Court. Has he ever kept is mouth shut about anything? He's a bitter ego maniac who thinks people actually give two shiney sh*ts what he thinks. Erroneous! No one does!

I will go to him for two things: how to throw batting practice, and where do I get the best waffles. That's it. He's a mullet-headed thumber who needs to shove that bloody sock in his mouth and never speak again.

And quit deifying this guy because he threw on a bum ankle. Whoop dee freaking do! Aww, is his leg bleeding? Tough sh*t, hopalong. I doubt that was even his blood. I mean, if Curt Schilling was bleeding, that sock would be soaked in gravy.

Shannon Stewart is a hero, and should be treated as such. If he doesn't get that hit yesterday, then I and millions of Americans like me would have been forced to watch hour after hour, and listen day after day, about how special this no-hitter was and how great Schilling is and how this will get him in the hall of fame. Um, no. Bud Smith threw a no-hitter. So did Juan Nieves, and about a dozen other rag arms. Let's not act like throwing a no-no is some sort of golden ticket to immortality. Its nice. Its impressive. And thank the good lord, Curt Schilling hasn't done it.