By Braddah Lance
Yesterday morning on the way into work I was feeling pretty darn good.
It was a Feel Good Friday, the vog had passed, the clouds were gone and the air was cool and crisp. I actually woke up on time even aftah having only three hours of sleep and traffic was moving bettah than normal. I jumped in the zip lane - as I do every morning - and eventually the smooth sailing came to a stop as I rolled into a red light ahead and wat did I stop right behind?
Wassup Wit Dat!
Of all the gin joints, in all the towns, in all the world, I roll up to dis. I've nevah evah seen a New York Giants stickah or emblem on any vehicle my whole life. I've seen fellow 49ers, Packers, Raiders and even da Bucs... but nevah the Giants.
Ooooooh dat just made my my FGF turn a hurricanish 180!
Since we were in da zip lane, I couldn't pass him since there's only one lane so I tailed dat truck to da end and constantly flashed my highlights to annoy da heck out of him. Once da zip lane ended and I got a chance to get next to him near town, I jumped off da bike and head butted da rear window and yelled "NINERS ARE GOING TO KICK YOUR $#@%!&* OKOLE!"
Ok, ok. So dat nevah happen but wen I did pull up next to HER near town there were only TWO people in da truck.
So wat's worse? Dat she was a Giants fan or dat they were jerks for using da zip lane illegally?