Every so often, a photo comes along that defines our generation. One that speaks for our collective souls when they try to whimper "baseball isn't even that cool." One that features Jack White, scowling with the wrath of a thousand suns while attending a Chicago Cubs game.

Every so often, a photo comes along that defines our generation. One that speaks for our collective souls when they try to whimper "baseball isn't even that cool." One that features Jack White, scowling with the wrath of a thousand suns while attending a Chicago Cubs game, summing all our feelings up with a simple slope of the mouth.

Not even being behind a digital sign proclaiming that the game was the "Party of the Century" could wipe Jack's demonical frown from his pale face. Hmm … "Demonical Frown." That would be a good album name. It could be the follow-up to "I'm Thinkin' Arby's and It's Not Going Well" or "Losing Cub."