God, What a (non) Mess

Despite me rolling my eyes/debunking it years ago, Paul Westerberg yelling "fucker" at Bob Stinson on live tv has grown as a large part of Replacements Mythology:

Sufficiently lubricated, the ‘Mats’ dress rehearsal set went off smoothly. The only hitch occurred during “Bastards of Young” — Bob was late coming in on the solo. Westerberg would make sure he didn’t miss his cue during the live broadcast.

As the solo break approached, Westerberg shouted toward Bob, just off mic: “Come on, fucker.” The epithet, delivered as he turned his head, slipped past the censors. “It wasn’t really something I planned,” he said. “It was more me saying to Bob, ‘Let’s give it to ’em with everything we got.'”

The tragic part is that what's lost in all the bullshit/non-bullshit is the stone cold fact that Bob absolutely nailed the fucking solo.