Mother... shitter... Son of an... ass.

I went to the Pistons-Heat game last night (something that's probably worth a whole 'nother post).

On the way home, we had a surprisingly easy time getting out of the arena and onto the highway (it took about 30 minutes to get out of the parking lot, but for the Palace, that's actually pretty good). Once we were safely on the highway, cruising along at 75, I said "I realize I'm probably jinxing us by saying this, but that wasn't nearly as bad as I thought it would be to get out of there."

One mile later, we hit a dead stop. It took us over an hour to go the next two miles. Some accident had two out of three lanes blocked just as the Pistons game traffic was letting out. Lucky us.

It took two and a half hours to get home, when it should have been about 45 minutes.

Just when I think that "jinxing yourself" is a stupid superstition, something like this happens.

(Also, I was cheering for the Heat and they got pretty well violated during the game). But we did end up with kickass seats for free. So good times.