Weekend fallout, other than the crumbs and bottle caps surrounding my recliner:

• Curt Schilling’s hulking hubris will be the death of the Boston Red Sox in the American League playoffs.

Memo to Big Schill, my brother in the blogosphere: You are not the 34-year-old Rock of Gibraltar who out-dueled Roger Clemens in Game 7 of the 2001 World Series. You’re like the conflicted Christian character in “Major League” who relied on junk and personal hygiene products to get people out. So learn that, live it, love it and use it.

You spun seven innings of geriatric brilliance against the New York Yankees. When Tito inexplicably sends you back out in the eighth, be that guy, not the stubborn pitcher for Francona in Philly. Don’t try to put a 2-2, split-fingered fastball past Mr. Intangibles in his wheelhouse, in other words.

• I admire and respect New Hampshire International Speedway bosses Bob and Gary Bahre more than the overseers of any other sports enterprise in New England. You can’t put a price on what they’ve given auto racing enthusiasts in this area, particularly over the last two decades.

But in the here and now, on a flat track, with those space cadet Cars of Tomorrow, wheeled by a dozen drivers doing their best not to fall out of a fraudulently manufactured playoff race in Week 1, I am delighted that I no longer have to watch the fall race at NHIS anywhere where I can’t click over to a pre-recorded soccer friendly between Ecuador and Djibouti.

* Actual quote from Mountain Valley High School Principal Matt Gilbert regarding the arrest of MVHS and Dirigo High School coach Don Hebert on a sexual assault charge: “Through resources within the community, we’re going to make sure we have a support network available for the victim.”

May I respectfully point out, Mr. Gilbert, that should read ‘alleged’ victim? Hebert was arrested on Friday. Unless the spirit of habeas corpus has completely changed in two days and Superior Court judges have started working weekends, the teacher, husband and parent in question has been convicted of nothing yet.

I’ll issue the same admonishment to you mostly anonymous tough typists who tried and convicted Hebert in record time behind the padded walls of the Sun Journal’s internet discussion board. Perhaps you have more faith in cops and teenage girls than you do in our legal system. I still prefer to let due process take its course before sending a guy with no priors to prison without his passing ‘Go’ or collecting $200.

Believe me, I sympathize with the impossible position that teachers and administrators in Northern Oxford County have been backed into. If Hebert isn’t afforded his inalienable rights in this matter, however, we’re all victims.

* I’m guilty as anyone with my College Football Thursday Top 25, but I’m more convinced than ever that no official, countable power ranking or poll should be entered into a Football Bowl Subdivision (sigh, I-A) computer prior to Nov. 1. And any broadcaster or writer who publicly weighs the worthiness of a Heisman Trophy candidate prior to that date should have his or her ballot revoked, forever. No need for a fair and speedy trial by their peers in that case.

* If the University of Maine’s football struggles persist and cost Coach Jack Cosgrove a contract extension, it would be the worst-ever decision by an athletic department that’s made some whoppers in my lifetime.

* ESPN celebrated the Phoenix Mercury’s WNBA championship by calling it the first road victory in a deciding game of any basketball finals since the NBA’s Washington Bullets in 1978. The network also showed some silly graphic comparing the win to the Pittsburgh Pirates’ Game 7 World Series triumph at Baltimore in 1979.

Hmmm, best-of-five series, witnessed by fewer viewers than a Book Talk on C-SPAN2 and roughly as relevant. Yeah, I see the parallels.