"Yeah hi. Josh? Dave Navarro here. I want my look back."(Photo: sittingstill.net)
All day we've seen nothing but praise for how bad-ass Josh Beckett allegedly is. Why? Because he blamed a guy for dropping his bat on what he thought was ball four? Because he dropped an f-bomb at a post-game press conference regarding his old trim singing the National Anthem?
Remember when Ryan Howard hit a bomb in spring training that fell a bit short and Beckett thought he looked at it a bit too long and took offense?
Hey. Jack off. Get over yourself.
You play a game for a living half a year and once every 5 days.
Take your frat boy flavor-saver and hemp and seashell necklaces and act like a professional. Grow up.
Yeah. Great. You throw a little white ball fast. My God that's wonderful. Go yell and scream and piss and moan and stomp because you have no control over your emotions because someone "stepped to you. "
It's funny because usually we only lose our emotions when we DO care about things and they DO really bother us. And sometimes we even make snappy 8th grade comebacks like "yeah thanks for flying my friend out for free." But you are the exception to that rule. You only get emotional and/or dismissive when things DONT bother you. You're too cool for school, my man. Gotta get me a necklace. And a soul patch.
But yeah. We get it. You're emotional. But guess what? So was this guy. Doesn't make you tough.
1 comment:
Josh Beckett is the effing man! Who is responsible for this tripe?! Everytime he throws a strike, an angel heals a sick child. You can't hate on Kid Heat.
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