SOUTHIES. BOSTON. Good Will Hunting. Oscars for both. The Red Sox. We all know the story. They grew up together—kind of the same, but different. One has that kid brother who always seems to be in the background. Close with their moms. Each now with a bunch of kids. One can’t stay out of the tabloids, but you root for him. The other always lands on his feet, even if he occasionally trips over them or steps in it. He’s the one with the million-dollar smile. And even if Good Will Hunting is as long ago for these two as Butch and Sundance is for the original Hollywood bromance, it just seems right to maybe one Sunday afternoon at Fenway or next week walking in Brentwood catch a glimpse of Damfleck or BenMatt, in rumpled T-shirts, Starbucks in hand, just sharing a laugh or cooking up a Kimmel payback.