Chris got bounced from Idol. Shocked and sullen, the rocker with the soft side and killer facial scruff, finished fourth in this year’s competition, leaving to Paula tears and an elongated hug from the diminutive and confused about his feelings for men host. Well, that sure sucked…especially that hug. Back to working at Enterprise Rent-A-Car and front lining at 50 cent pitcher/nickel wing nite at the local dives in western North Carolina.

Or not. Instead, now every rock band in the known world is courting Chris to be their lead singer. The only problem Chris Daughtry faces from here on out is whether he succumbs to groupie temptation and why Ryan keeps leaving him voicemails in the middle of night, rambling about how much he misses him and how he wishes he could grow his beard just like his.

The Knickerbockers are considering allowing Brown refuge from the purgatory that is his remaining four years on his contractual obligation to the club. Larry, take the buyout. In fact, of the 40 million they owe you, take 5 bucks. Sit on the 100 million you have already made and watch with a smiling eye as Zeke does the only thing he does worse than put together a roster. Coach it.