MEDFIELD, Mass. — Curt Schilling emerges from behind the wheel of a Ford F-150 that’s just rumbled into a small strip mall parking lot. It’s a miserable, rainy New England afternoon in mid-January, but Schilling offers a cheerful smile. A black-and-gold Navy SEAL cap hides his straw-colored hair, and his broad shoulders are tucked inside a black jacket adorned with a red, white and blue USO emblem.
He plops into a chair at a little Italian takeout joint a few minutes from his house, and looks, for a moment, like a normal middle-aged guy who’s enjoying the comforts of living in a small town.