Championship Parade?

I've heard a lot over the past few days about how Lebron losing in the NBA finals is the equivalent of the Cavs winning the NBA championship. All of this, Cavs for Mavs talk; the new name of the Cleveland Maveliers. I find it all somewhat humorous, but I didn't think Cleveland would throw a championship parade. That is just ridiculous!

I don't have proof that there was a parade, but I 'm not sure what else could have turned my 20 minute drive to the downtown comedy club into a two and a half hour commute. A two and a half hour commute through downtown Cleveland, with traffic inching every which way at midnight. Not a typical evening in the city of the dead. The unexpected got me all turned around and backwards and heading in the wrong direction home. 

I was heading in such the wrong direction that the only way I knew how to get home was to drive through the second most dangerous neighborhood in all of America. I'm not even exaggerating: Check It Out....#2. I felt slightly uncomfortable as I sped down East 55th at 12:15, a white girl in a Saab with New York plates. I felt there were better, safer places I could be at the time. The baby must have even felt the tension because he was kicking up a storm. 

But, we made it out alive. I was able to relax the rest of my ride home, and nothing made me feel better than pulling into the driveway and seeing my Shea Boy's face in the back window. Home at last!