In the early '90s I worked at a pool hall with a jukebox in the corner. That machine must've made a million dollars off of Sweet Home Alabama. I hate that song. At the beginning of week 2 I resorted to placing a piece of masking tape with a sign on the glass that read "Selection J2 is unavailable, DO NOT USE," That lasted two days and then I resorted to unplugging the entire machine. Pool halls without music are super boring tho. Eventually I quit and haven't listened to Lynyrd Skynyrd ... until today. I'm pleasantly surprised. Maybe it's the nostalgia. Maybe it's all the barbecue and cheap beers I've been consuming this morning. Or, maybe it's these dang overalls I can't seem to fit myself into while wearing a t-shirt. Whatever it is, these guys rock.