The Zo Zone

This whole bloody sock controversy involving former Phillies righthander Curt Schilling is either hilarious or pathetic. I'm not sure which. I mean, is this what we've become? The big news the past couple days is about a sock? I have tons of socks. I've never once made a big deal about them. But seriously, this is one of the reasons I get sick about my job. Here's why: If this had happened in Philadelphia, I would have wasted the last two days of my life writing about a sock. I would have had to talk to doctors, front office people, players, coaches and the radio announcer that first mentioned it might be fake. Why? Because everybody else was talking about it.

But here's the kicker: despite what Schilling says, he loves the attention.

In fact, he wrote 1,589 words about it on his blog. To put that in perspective, my Phillies game stories are about 720 words and my Phillies notes are about 360 words. So Schilling, who says he's disgusted by this story, wrote more about his sock than I get to write every day about the Phillies.

So what was on that sock exactly?

I think it was ketchup.

Yeah, definitely ketchup.