I was in Boston today on business. Weather damp, people tired, spirits high. I’m told David Ortiz has been canonized despite lacking certain of the other qualifications, having performed two of the requisite miracles in the last 48 hours. The Vatican has not confirmed this rumor, however. I am operating on about two cylinders after 10 1/2 hours of gutwrenching baseball. It’s all been a wild ride. I continue to remain pessimistic for my beloved Sox because the euphoria associated with being wrong is much better than the despondency of being disappointed again. But Schilling’s going tonight (weather permitting). Who’s to say that he doesn’t have a third miracle stuffed into his highly advertised Reebok hightops?