I'm Your Huckleberry

"And you must be Doc Holliday."
"That's the rumor."
"You retired, too?"
"Not me. I'm in my prime."
"Yeah, you look it."
"And you must be Ringo. Look, darling, Johnny Ringo. The deadliest pistoleer since Wild Bill, they say. What do you think, darling? Should I hate him?"
"You don't even know him."
"Yes, but there's just something about him. Something around the eyes, I don't know, reminds me of... me. No. I'm sure of it. I hate him."

Surely you're familiar with the story of Wyatt Earp, as related in the movie Tombstone? Wyatt was a known man, with a reputation for being good with a gun. He nearly cleaned out Tombstone singlehandedly, but in the end he couldn't do it alone. His good friend Doc Holliday had to finish it for him, by facing off with Johnny Ringo. Yeah, they laughed at Doc - called him a drunk, a fool and has-been on the verge of death . But they didn't laugh when he pulled his pistol and went to work, and neither did Johnny Ringo.

Curt Schilling was the man with the reputation in this town, the ace with the number 38 on his back and the number 21 in the win column. He brought the Red Sox this far, but he can't finish it himself - the Big Fellah (and the rest of the team) are going to have to rely on Pedro Martinez. Yeah, Petey's come in for his share of mockery lately, what with the 'daddy' comments and the midget good luck charm; some folks have said he's through, that he doesn't have what it takes anymore to beat the Yankees.

They just might not be laughing so much tonight.

"My fight's not with you, Holliday."
"I beg to differ, sir. We started a game we never got to finish. Play For Blood - remember?"
"Oh that. That was just foolin' about."
"I wasn't."