BFF.

It's been awhile since I've made fun of Josh Beckett. I kind of miss it. Where, oh where, is my surly, monotonous, one-word answering kitten? He would have been good at Chris Collins' game. This Josh Beckett is almost approachable; still scary--I still wouldn't tease him about the strands of gray in that awful beard or Wake being able to help him out with that--but almost approachable.

Interestingly, in the couple of days he's known John Lackey they've apparently really clicked. According to Beckett, they're like total besties now. He also has strange looking knees.