I recently changed jobs, and now commute from the Concord area down to San Jose.  With my hybrid, I get to use the commuter lane, which helps, but it still takes between an hour to an hour and a half to get home.

Last night, I was driving to my in-laws in the great SF.  I left at 6, and arrived around 7.  When I got into the car, I was giddy as can be that I should get to listen to an hour at least of pre-game Giants baseball.  Share my misery, revel in the glory that is Cain, whatever.  I don't follow basketball, so as proud as I can be of the Warriors, I don't  really care.  I get to look forward to an hour of Giants pregame, where we're only talking baseball!  Yay!

No joke, in that one hour, I listened to approximately 10-15 minutes of sports talk.  The rest was taken up by commercials.  When Jon Miller talked to Bruce Bochy, they talked for MAYBE five minutes, followed by five minutes of commercial, then they came back and talked - again, no fucking joke - for less than ONE MINUTE!!!  What the hell???  I have an hour commute last night, and I got 10-15 minutes of actual broadcast?  Whose sick joke is this?  KNBR, listen up and listen good:  You tell Tap Plastic they can wrap themselves in plastic.  Tell the guy who talks about not getting his penis up that he can go fornicate with himself.  Tell Mr. T he can only pimp 30 crap-tastic products in one hour, instead of the usual 60.  Tell McDonalds their burgers suck, and Krukow isn't going to even pretend their crappy breakfasts are "tasty."  Tell them you're going to have some actual substance to your pregame show, instead of nothing but commercials!  It's a travesty that I can't listen to more pregame show during Rush Hour than that!  It really pissed me off.  As you can probably tell.

Anyway, I'm sure I didn't need to start a diary for this, but I did anyway.  I wanted to get that off my chest, and I figured about the only place I could get some commiseration was here.

Bonus fun:  When I was leaving the in-laws and going back home, the score was 0-0 in the 6th inning.  Cain loaded the bases right after I turned on the game.  I quickly turned it off, and knew I jinxed the whole f**king thing.  Tasch got them out of the jam, but I knew we were losing after that.  THEN, after watching a little tv with the wife that night, I turned on the game as she went to bed.  I f**king kid you not, five minutes later, the game was over.  If this isn't an omen I shouldn't be watching baseball this year, I don't know what is.