As much as I love a good conspiracy theory, I never seriously considered that Curt Schilling might have faked his bloody sock. Call me naive but I just couldn’t believe that anyone could be so petty or insecure or narcissistic to use fucking ketchup to fake an open wound, to either give himself an excuse for a poor performance or self-aggrandize his mythos if he succeeded. But with everything we’ve learned about Schilling since he retired, I find myself with more and more doubts. And this latest anecdote might actually swing the burden of proof back on Schilling.
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