(Where's Waldo... where's Bartolo?)

The Sox offer you a legitimate chance to resurrect your career and perhaps nab one more semi-decent payday and you turn around and tell them you won't accept a bullpen role come playoff time? You really think you deserve that spot over Beckett, Lester, Matsuzaka, Wakefield or Byrd when you can't even swing a bat without pulling every muscle in your side and back?

Well kiss the collective ass of Boston Red Sox Nation. Have fun watching your former team on their October run while you're stuffing your fat face with chicharrones de pollo, ropo vieja and pastelitos down in the Dominican. What a bum.