From today's Boston Globe:

Last night, just 1 1/2 hours before game time, Schilling threw lightly in the outfield under the watchful eye of assistant trainer Chris Correnti. Schilling was not testing his ankle for potential future World Series endeavors; he was trying to make a case for himself as an available weapon last night, even if it was to pitch to only one or two batters. Schilling lobbied both manager Terry Francona and Epstein to consider him, but his entreaties fell on deaf ears.

"There's no game tomorrow," said Schilling. "It's all about right now. It can be done. I could do it."

I mean, seriously? Are you kidding? Did you forget that they've sutured your skin to the bone to keep a tendon in place? This man has rocks the size of supernovas. He is the alpha and the omega of all rocks. Unreal.