Putting Spin on the Black Circle

Eddie: I get it. I do. You're a big, huge, swingin' balls fan of the Cubs. Welcome to the party...have a Bud Light Lime. That said, we don't want you representing us musically anymore. Just because you can write songs doesn't mean you should. Like, if I were an architect who really liked Mexican food, I wouldn't roll up into a Tapatios and present them with new building plans. I say three Hail Mary's every time you enter the broadcast booth, and I'm not even Catholic. You and Corgan, man. You and Corgan. Get bent.



I've never understood the appeal of Pearl Jam. Originally an also-ran grunge band (initially named Mookie Blaylock, which should have tipped us off to Eddie's dubious taste in sports) who filled some weird road-dog void left by crap like the Greatful Dead. It takes chutzpah to release live recordings of EVERY SHOW on your tour, every year. It's that same chutzpah that propels these dudes into the booth to sing these awful Cubs songs.

I work with a guy who said the Vedder song above made him "teary eyed", which is about the most bogus crying story I've heard since GW getting misty eyed when he visited Treblinka.