Just at West 49. Buying gear for the kids.
Guy at cash sees my Replacements tee. “Hey, man, that was a great movie,” says he.
“What?” I say, horrified and amazed. Companion says I look like I want to kill. Kid stutters.
“The movie,” he squeaks. “You know, the football movie.”
“No, I don’t,” I hiss. “The Replacements were a band. A fucking great band. Perhaps the greatest band.”
Kid scoots away. Me, to no one in particular:
“I hate everyone.”