Not being able to make the right choice because of an addiction that overrides basic common sense is the disease, isn’t it?

[doors fly open]

Well, they gained Jerry Colangelo, so... eh. I got nothing.

Short-term memory bandwagon-hopping phonies, all of ‘em!

It wouldn’t be the first time a Philly team has done this. Exhibit A: the 2005 Phillies (Pat Gillick).

What a Salacious remark!

But what’s your point?

+1

Oh, only like two.

Probably; we had like 500 drummers in three years.

We never had an “acoustic phase.” Even if we did, we would’ve have probably fucked it up by covering “I Used To Love Her,” or “Every Rose Has Its Thorn,” or something like that.

Yep, that pretty much covers it.

Holy crap, “Interstate Love Song” — a fixture of my early-90’s cover band* repertoire, along with “Creep” and several other such songs I had no business trying to sing.

Well played, ZODIAC MOTHERFUCKER.

Beat me to it, you magnificent bastard. +1

Eskin is a poor man’s Donald Trump. He even tried to run for mayor instead of president.

That’s merely a gentleman’s “B.”

Oh man. At least the Soul almost won something!

What could possibly go wrong?

There is that, yes. But it’s like grilling a delicious 16-oz. porterhouse steak to perfection and then garnishing it with rat turds.