I got invited to today's early Clipper game. Although I don't care much for basketball (too many people taller than me) and would rather sleep in than hurry to make a noon tip-off, I reluctantly agreed to go. My homie (that's right--I said homie) got tickets from his dad and invited me and El Diablo to join him. There was no plan in place yesterday as to how we were supposed to get to LA, but El Diablo sent me a text message at 9:15 this morning: "Be at my house at 10:25."

Since my phone is always making noises, a text message isn't the best way to get my attention when I'm sleeping (I've learned to ignore almost all irrelevant sounds--including text messages). Luckily, I happened to get up to use the bathroom at 9:30 and saw it.

At 10:20 I pulled up to his house. Even though I was a tad bit early, I opted to call him and make my presence know. After ringing forever, a groggy El Diablo answered the phone. "You're early--it's not even 9:30 yet."

"Yes it is."

"That's not what my clock says."

"Didja change it for daylight savings time?"

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I hate how non-confrontational people are in real life. They never wanna disappoint anyone or be put in a situation where they actually hafta interact with people. Meanwhile when you're in faceless situations--situations where people have no recourse--folks can be total dicks (like iceholes on the freeway or jakholes on message boards). It annoys me how people won't attempt to be courtesy to each other.

Luckily El Diablo is a fast scrubber and we made it too the game on time. But apparently he wasn't the only one affected by the clock change. Maybe 'cause it was a noon tip-off. Maybe folks weren't adjusted to the time change. Or maybe 'cause it was just a Clipper game and people had better things to do. Whatever the case, hardly anyone was there.

Fifteen minutes or so before the game was supposed to start we decided to move down five rows. It's not like we were sneaking around into better seats (it was only five rows closer). We just saw an open row and didn't wanna be cramped by all the people around us. Some point later, the ticket holder arrived. Instead of tapping us on the shoulder, they decided to get an usher--which is kinda like tattling to the teacher.

At sporting events, it's fairly common practice for folks with bad seats to sneak down and move into better seats. It seems fair in my book. If the seats are gonna be open, allow the people there an opportunity to get a better view. The team gets paid either way. Sometimes, it takes a lot of work to get into a section you shouldn't be sitting in (thanks to incompetent ushers or one helluva bullshit story). If the ticket holder does show up, he shouldn't go call an usher--not when there's plenty of other seats around. Just let the trespasser know those are your seats and they'll gladly move on. Seat hoppers know they're doing something wrong and don't want the attention. They'll very willingly handover seats to their rightful owners.

It annoyed me today when we got asked to move. The spineless jerkwad didn't have the courtesy to ask us to leave--instead he involved the usher. I hated it 'cause the usher made us feel like we were doing something wrong. We really weren't--it was five lousy rows and we just wanted to get away from the obnoxious three-year old behind us. The guy coulda just asked us. But he was too ballless to risk confrontation and rather just make it someone else problem. But I'll bet dollars to doughnuts he's got no problem riding in the merge lane on freeways to get ahead of everyone else.

People suck.

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