Year of the Sox

Not to sound alarmist, but last night’s loss may well be one of those turning points you see in the season re-cap videos. It could go either way.

Smoltz is history, the team is in turmoil, Billy Mays was a coke head, and Papi is still a day away from speaking.

Does the season hang in the balance? I think it may.

But there could be a savior.

Curt Schilling, I hope that—in between blog posts—you’ve been working out in secret up there in one of the mill buildings in Maynard near your new venture. I have no evidence of this, but, Curt, I hope you’ve looked around and seen that you could put in a few starts, energize the team and propel them into the playoffs. Then you could lead them through another magical run at the World Series.

Curt, your politics are wacky. But, man, I love you. I think you’ve got another run in ya. Give it a try.

Come back. Save the team.

Cinch your spot as a first-ballot Hal of Famer (and prove Verducci wrong).

Help reverse this two-year curse we’re mired in. Do it for us, the fans.