I promise that the following 1,761-word essay won't contain any sentimental musings about how the Replacements changed my life. It also won't assume that the Replacements changed your life. For a 32-year-old depressive white guy from Minneapolis, this is an act of self-restraint, and really, someday you ought to hear the one about me going as Paul Westerberg for Halloween of '84 (a great 62-second... More >>>