Can't stop the rock

There is something undeniably delicious in seeing hometown guys who acted like douché rock stars after their band started consistently selling out Friday-night shows at chicken-wings bars 15 years ago now padding around with the spare tire and 10-yard, cataract-fogged stare of soccer dads.

[To be fair, the crowds were there for the band, not the joint's chicken wings, which tasted like Edward James Olmos' pockmarked nutsack looks. But it wasn't like they were selling out The Budokan or Madison Square Garden.]

On a purely unrelated note, you need to have this song in your life immediately:

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