Baby won’t cha just stay….

Fair-weather fans suck! My friend Ingrid is off to Columbia before our semester starts and I met her at the airport to pick up her final paper to turn in on Monday. A drive that usually takes me 10-15 minutes took me almost an hour. Just my luck an A’s game had just ended, so that meant gridlock city. Since the Athletics are number 1, everybody is on their nuts all of a sudden. Where were all these fools when they were cellar dwellers? Remember the 1991 season? Or when Dave Stewart through his no-hitter against the Blue Jays? Can they even tell the difference between Rickey Henderson and Dave Henderson? I digress. It just sucks that all these folks swarm in from South Bay, Orinda, Redwood City, and even here when the team is winning, but don’t support the boys when the chips are down. Then when they leave, they clog up the streets trying to get out of the East Bay like a bat out of hell, because we all have heard what they said about being in Oakland after nightfall, right? Boo hiss grrr! Then to top it all off, po-po redirects traffic, making two-way streets into one ways, and channeling folks onto a backed up 880. Isn’t there a Winchells y’all should be at?
As I’m stuck, I try to clear my head. I listened to my three favorite tracks off of the Ying Yang Twins album over an over again, rehearsing moves in my head. Then I look to my right and see a billboard with Maria Shriver biking, encourage people to support those with intellectual disabilities. So is she riding for her husband?
Finally, I get off of 880 and I try to merge into the right lane, so I can make my way back home. Some witch in a Subaru hatchback refuses to move up more, so my car is half way in one lane and assed out in another. As other people swerve around to pass by, I get the “Where the hell did you get your license from? A Cracker Jack box?” look, as the witch in the Subaru smirks. I’ve never wanted to hurl my Jamba Juice so much at someone before in my life. I bet that made her day.
So back to music. I grew kinda tired from Ying Yang, and started surfing the radio stations. Awww dayum! Jodeci’s “Stay” is on!! Mannn, that brought back memories. Reminding me of 9th grade, when I danced with a boy for the first time. “Come and Talk to Me” was playing. I remember feeling kinda bad, because the boy I was dancing with was someone that a good friend I liked was crushing on big time. Jodeci reminds me of the Love Zone that KMEL used to have at 9pm, and I used to just sit with my head phones pumping. Flushing out all the negativity I encountered in the lunch room, or how other kids made fun because your grandma made your clothes. Jodeci was home. And before I knew it, I was at home, and I still had my Jamba Juice. I guess hurling it at that chick simply wasn’t worth it.

p.s. A’s won! =)