Super Jam 2013 gave me joy as they hosted Lil Wayne and company’s America’s Most Wanted tour Sunday night at the Verizon Wireless Amphitheater – even though the evening began with me standing in the longest line I’ve suffered through since my brush with Pine Lawn traffic court. I got in just as 2 Chainz was taking the stage. I was both fixated and confused by the mesh muscle shirt on top of his t-shirt, but was quickly bored by him. The folks seem to get life from his trap music nursery rhymes, but to me he’s the pits as a performer. And he lived down to my expectations at Super Jam. T.I. was up next and while I got my life, I privately offered my condolences to the folks in the lawn seats because there was no jumbotron viewing to speak of until Weezy took to the stage. They might as well have watched the first two-thirds of the show from their cars. Okay, okay… I’ll get back to my review. T.I. went from thug, drug and alcohol ministry deacon to Rock Steady crew member all in one show with his wardrobe changes while his dance moves were quietly giving me a cross between Tips’ namesake Cliff Huxtable and George Jefferson. And I savored every second of it – especially his body roll scoots during “Blurred Lines.” Am I the only one that finds it sexy that his little frame doesn’t have a single tattoo on it? Of course not. The man of the hour followed. I don’t know how he did it, but Lil Wayne broke into my house, found my college memory trunk and stole my freshman finals uniform and wore it as his headlining outfit for Super Jam. He tried to be slick and write “Smile God is Judging You Right Now” on the front, but I know that tattered tank top and pajama pants anywhere! But he still put on a nice little show while jacking my finest in dorm room sleepwear swag. His show focused on all 900 hundred of his guest features and left some of my favorite classic Weezy in the dust, but I was still quite entertained and amused. Even though he has some of the most vulgar verses in music, I was still quietly raunched out by his background dancers and their King Of Diamonds inspired dance routines. And I kept thinking “dang, Wayne…get out of my business,” about the third time he asked “can I ask a personal question?” But I had a ball between him and TI.