FACT: I have the right to check out athletes I think are hot. Even if I'm emotionally twelve sometimes and blush when I have to say it in front of boys who judge me. Hey, fair is fair: y'all get to go on about Russian tennis player chicks and gymnasts, I get to dig on Josh Beckett. This is the 21st century.

(this message brought to you by a fantastic and far-too-late Sunday night of sportswriters being awkward and blushy and making fun of each other, and nobody - least of all me - understanding the role of Rich Harden in my life)