LA Lakers 124, Philadelphia 93

So, over the Christmas holiday, I get this invite to a Laker game. I say, "Sure, cool, never been to a Laker game before" or something to that effect, I don't remember exactly what I said and didn't record it so it's on memory and was a few weeks ago so I did the best I could.  So I go to the game, wait, back up, the guys that gave me the invite come to pick me up from work to go to the game.  We were drunk, wait, back up a second, I work at a bar, okay, that's far enough.  Dinner, beer, whiskey, then we go to the game.  Wait, no there was another bar in there before we walked two blocks in the pouring rain (Rain! I know! In L.A. how cool!)to the Staples center.  Now, I've been to plenty of arenas in my day, seen a lot of sports.  Never been much of a basketball fan, being more partial to football and hockey and besides, Lakers fans are pretty annoying, scratch that, L.A. sports fans are those annoying on the bandwagon, what team is hot now kind of fans but I guess that fits in a town with Hollywood as it's major draw.  What have you done for me lately?  Nothing, so back to the game.  Have you ever gone to a game and spend the whole time there enjoying yourself and then at some point, some knucklehead(or four) walks in halfway through the game, stays for about ten minutes and then leaves?  I mean, who paid for those "VIP" tickets?  Not me.  Whose season tickets did you steal? I don't care.  When I go to a game, I want to see the game, it's the point of going, right?  After all, you're not saying, "Hey. Let's go down to Corporate Sponsored Arena this evening, pay for parking, and a ridiculous entrance charge, get a $7 hot dog and a $12 beer and walk around and look at the wonderful architecture some overpaid designer came up with and then go home and call it a night."  Well, long story long, I was that knucklehead.  I saw all of about 5 minutes of the game, much to my dislike, but my "cohorts" were much more interested in finding another bar and we did, and then another.  Eventually getting home drunk is fine once a year or so, believe me, getting old is not fun sometimes, but I wanted to see the f-ing game, man!  Go Sixers.