I don't really give much of a crap about sales figures, but it'll take a miracle for even the most fervent Sony zealot to spin that ballstomp. I laugh not because I root for any particular "team," but because I imagine the sea of crestfallen expressions that followed that unveiling, much like an audience of squealing teen girls might look after getting all pumped up and ready to rock the fuck out to some Linkin Park, and then out strolls some old cowpoke with a banjo.