Y’all already know that it’s going all the way down on Saturday. Already? It seems like only yesterday I was sipping on a $35 slush with my heels kicked up taking in Ludacris’ latest hits (peep the side read). Y’all know I know it’s on its way for real…because the folks have been hittin’ me up worse than those ADT security telemarketers trying to get the hookup on some tickets. And why do y’all all start your Super Jam beg campaign with the old “I got some lawn seats…but…?” You just opened the door for me to say “But what? Enjoy the show. You’re lawn seats will be a better view than anything I can swing your way. All I can offer is a via satellite. And when I say via satellite, I mean putting my cell phone on speaker and letting you listen until my battery threatens to get low.”