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Oh, and does anyone in Boston actually like Schilling, or is he kind of like Clemens on the Yankees (i.e. you're glad he's there, but you won't go so far as to embrace him)? Personally, I think Schilling is trying to set himself up for coronation as the King of the Red Sox if they should win the World Series; should they not make it that far, he'll just point to his ankle and say "at least I tried."

The thing with Schilling is everybody’s sick of him, except for certain online communities where he’s seen as a pied piper. He’s everywhere, from hawking coronary blocking sandwiches to pick-up trucks, you can’t walk a block without seeing his mug on some magazine, billboard, or store window advertisement. He strikes out the opposition. He stops drunk drivers. He legitimizes chat rooms. (Off the record of course. Wink.)

Folks around here do like having Schilling in town. It’s just that from time to time you need him to go away.

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