Saturday, June 25, 2005
A bloody sock to call our own!
PR is a tit-for-tat game. Curt Schilling's incredibly obnoxious promotional gimmick from last year's post-season, the bloody sock, will be forever talked about and be held forth as a symbol directly associated with the Red Sox championship. God only knows how long the press will still be talking about the event and the guidon carried by the 2004 Red Sox. (For what it's worth, the Sox are equally as loathsome as the Yankees in my mind). Alas, not to be outdone, Randy Flores produced his own bloody sox in Thursday's loss to the Pi-rats. Was this the rallying point for the Cards in last night's win that halted a three game skid? Did someone hold the sock up and deliver some wrenching soliloquy that stirred the boys into a froth, releasing them onto the field to devour a happless horde of second-rate swashbucklers with catapult shots from the Edmonds the Mighty and Taguchi the Able? Well, go forthe ye mighty band of brothers to vanquish thy foes in the name of the fallen ones we loved so dear. Well, at any rate, I'm glad the bloody sock can be seen in some context now. And now there's a Redbird bloody sock. Are the stars aligning?