Listen up, all you Michael Beasley fans out there — your hero is back, braided top knot and everything. No longer will you suffer the embarrassment of your favorite player being traded for two second round draft picks, falling out of the rotation of a sub-.500 team or serving as the butt of 76 percent of all NBA-related marijuana jokes. Nope, not anymore.

Because the Beast is back! (Also, Michael Beasley’s good basketball alter ego is apparently “the Beast,” which I was quite unaware of.) From the AP:

“I’m just playing aggressive,” Beasley said. “I’m trying to turn over a new leaf. No more nonchalant Beas. I’m back to the Beast.”

Great news! The Beast is back. We did it. After four long seasons, he’s finally back. (Still didn’t really know he was ever “the Beast,” but I’m a sucker for redemption narratives, so I’m jazzed that he’s back.)

Personally, however, I will miss Nonchalant Beas. I feel like we’ve had some good times together. There was the time he may or may not have smoked up with Mario Chalmers and Darrell Arthur at the rookie transition program, the time he had that crazy hair, that time he ate a terrible, terrible pregame meal before turning in a terrible, terrible performance, how he’d leave his weed on the table before sending out Twitpics, that other time he had the crazy hair, when he rubbed the wrong knee, and of course that time he had the crazy hair  — I’m getting misty just thinking about it.

Say your goodbyes now because Nonchalant Beas it’s 100 percent completely over. Surely, he will never go back to his old ways. It’s been a fun ride.