A few of you have contacted me concerning my last post, a fictionalized interview with Red Sox pitcher Curt Schilling, and asked why I left out any material about Curt’s mouthing off about Giants slugger The Expanding Forehead.

Check the time on when that article was posted.  It hit at 2:30 a.m., mere hours before Schill unleashed his blast on the Boston radio waves.  It’s true, I am psychic.  Who knew?  (Besides me, anyway.)

Now, as much as my gut wants to agree with Schill in this particular case, you just can’t go out and do this.  You can’t publicly defame someone, no matter how contemptible they may be, based on completely inaccurate information based on your personal conjecture.  It’s called slander.

“Remember, kids, that’s 38fathead.com!”  Just because someone dared you to make The Expanding Forehead look like “the good guy” doesn’t mean you have to do it, Curt.  Put a sock in it and leave the social commentary to us no-talent hacks once in a while.  (image courtesy of redsoxtimes.com)

One of you asked if it hurt to be this good.

The answer, of course, is yes.  But it hurts so good.