Curt Schilling to the rescue again. If any of us can prove that there was actually something else (crayon, marker, magnum marker, water colors, ketchup, makeup) on his legendary blood stained sock in game 6 of the '04 ALCS, then he will donate one million dollars to the charity of our choice. Don't bother going to Dick's sporting goods for baseball socks, I already cleaned them out. And oh by the way, as I was leaving I accidentally blotted one of the socks with my 6 year old daughter's marker. Oops.

I don't blame Schilling for being angry. Gary Thorne's comments, albeit retracted, call into question the legitimacy of one of the most incredible sports feats of all time. As Gerry Brooks said, and I agree, I want to believe the romantic version of the bloody sock story. And I do. I'm pretty certain that Doug Mirabelli was in fact kidding when he told Thorne a couple of years ago that it was paint not blood on Schilling's sock.

The controversy of course continued today on Schilling's blog. As usual, he attempts to sound more like a defense attorney than a major league pitcher. Schilling writes: "If you have ... the guts, grab an orthopedic surgeon, have them suture your ankle skin down to the tissue covering the bone in your ankle joint, then walk around for 4 hours," Schilling wrote on his Web site www.38pitches.com. "After that go find a mound, throw a hundred or so pitches, run over, cover first a few times. When you're done check that ankle and see if it bleeds." Well said, Curt. I feel your pain. I really do.

Time for my high heat. Here is where I take exception to number 38. Schilling blasted the media for exaggerating stories and for "rolling their eyes" when he talks about his faith in God. Schilling even recommends that certain media members should be "put on an island somewhere. He goes on to write "if you haven't figured it out by now, working in the media is a pretty nice gig, barring outright plagiarism or committing a crime, you don't have to be accountable if you don't want to." Are you kidding me Curt? That shows that you are not as smart as you want all of us to think you are. You and your major league buddies get guaranteed contracts. If you stink, you still get paid. Curt, have you ever heard of a deadline? Not the trade deadline. A real deadline. If I'm not ready to go every night at 6:20 or 11:20, if a columnist doesn't file their story in time, we're done. And read this news flash Curt: we don't have millions in the bank to fall back on.

Schilling's comments come across as self-serving (as usual) and insulting. Playing major league baseball is a privilege not a right. Remember that. Curt, if you want to go play ball on a farm field in Nebraska with a bloody sock that no one can see, go ahead. No one will write about you. No one will broadcast your games. No one will watch you. And most importantly, no one will pay you! But if you want to stand in the spotlight, (and we know you do), then leave the media out of it. They've treated you pretty well over the years acting as a liaison between you and your constituents (the fans). Please Curt, I beg you, just pitch every fifth day. You are a hall of famer when you have a baseball at your fingertips. You are not a hall of famer when you have a computer at your fingertips. But if you want to pay me a million bucks for my own charity (my kids college education) I will find a baseball sock with something other than blood on it. Can you ask Doug Mirabelli to tell me where to look?