This may be unusual, but I can't hold back my deeply emotional reaction to this week's elimination of two of my favorite teams and coaches -- I had to write in. Yes, this is Sebastian Bach, lead singer of Skid Row and noted sentimental drunken pseudocelebrity. I've been following WWS Weekly in its first year and I must say, I'm hooked.
I feel a deep connection to each of the coaches, the players and the celebrity contributors. Saying goodbye to Ryan Leaf last week was difficult, but because it was "goodbye" for the second time, I was able to maintain my composure. Now, as we bid farewell to the WWS Madison contingent, my heart swells with sadness. Tonight has been a three-broken-wine-glass night, so you know I'm truly distraught.
I have spent the night in a bar, at the bottom of a bottle of red wine, buying "I Remember You" over and over on the jukebox (any jukebox without our first album is scarcely a jukebox at all -- you can quote me on that). But I digress. Chupas and Firebirds, know that out in L.A., there is a golden-locked, ass-kicking, huge-dicked rock star mourning your elimination from playoff contention. I'll miss you, but don't forget: I remember you. Gentlemen of WWS, raise a glass, crank the volume and hit play.
Your fan,
Sebastian Bach
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