So as part of my Cinco de Mayo travels last night I ran into this guy, a Syracuse fan rocking a worn 2003 National Championship tee, orange bathing suit, socks with sandals and awfully long hair. He played bass for a live karaoke band. When I approached him and told him why I was snapping a pic (because who the eff would ever take a picture of this tragic character) he described himself as a "crazy Billy Edelin fan who just loves to rock, man!"
Could he possibly be a "Searching For Billy Edelin" fan?
"Nah. Don't know what that is," he replied.
Fine by me. I'd rather not associate myself with a bassist that only gets Wednesday night gigs.