What was Curt Schilling thinking as he flirted with a "no-no"?

Red Sox pitcher, Wine Connoisseur, Foreign Policy expert, Devout Christian (possibly an ancestor of God), prize winning blogger, potential US Ambassador, tax specialist, curer of cancer and bible of knowledge himself, Mr. Curt Schilling was one measly out from throwing a no-hitter yesterday afternoon in Oakland.

It would've been the shy and reserved 40 year old right handers first ever such milestone. Yet, alas...some jack ass had to go ahead and ruin Curt's parade, as they always seem to do. First, it was Randy fucking Johnson that he had to share the World Series MVP with in '01 and then he promised ALS he would initial his shoes for them in the 2004 Playoffs. Of course, this took attention away from the fake blood on his sock.

Anyhow, we've got full backing and support of Big #38, but we couldn't help to wonder what must have been going through his mind as he got closer and closer. Hmm...let's see, here is our best guesses at what Curt was thinking.

I can't wait to get home and Blog about this. Be calm Curt and don't be boastful...remember about not blogging when you are emotional. Why the hell wasn't I included in the "Hot Blogger Bracket"?

Perhaps, I will get invited to the White House and I can give my stance on how tax dollars should be levied or I could introduce my plan to eliminate world hunger and the national debt.

This is something that little jerry-curled prick Pedro could never give the fans in Boston.

Dice-K...eat your heart out. This is Veteran shit man. Bow to that.

I wish this was happening at Fenway...more media to take in the moment.

Can't wait to call into WEEI for the morning drive tomorrow.

Remember, be modest and make sure you say this was all about the team and that you've never had any personal agenda.

If I give up a hit in this spot...I am not speaking to the Boston media. Dan Shaughnessy can kiss my ass. You hear me?

Get a load of this Gary Thorne.

Does the grey road jersey make me look fat?

One more out and I'm demanding that new contract from Theo, fucking suit with a trust a fund.

'Tek is giving me a signal, but I'm not feeling that buddy. Time for the 38 special...yup, the heater, because I am Curt "Fucking" Schilling.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

This Stewart kid has no respect for the game.

I don't even care if I get this last out. Put me down. Now.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

Get home, get logged onto "38 pitches" and explain what happened. OUT.

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Down with Zach Morris, Vote for Rupert!