::outside scoop on the sox, cont'd::

mark bellhorn, erstwhile strikeout king. judd and sarah claim MB has an inner woody allen voice that second-guesses and withers his every move. if that wasn't already so after his league-leading crapulence in the regular season, it must be now: despite key hits in games 1 and 2, he's riding the pine an awful lot. don't let the guy go on long walks alone, is all i'm saying.

pitching for jesus. as baseball's answer to kerri strug, curt schilling has earned the right to say whatever he wants in interviews: he could fart into the FOX microphones for all i care. that said, his shout-outs to the lord are getting a bit redundant. that said (and speaking of kerri strug), i suspect he's voting for bush and i sure as hell don't want him mentioned. god it is, then!

preteen girls in the stands wearing face paint beards to look like johnny damon. unequivocally weird. please stop that.

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