Full disclosure: I kinda forgot the Pistons were in town tonight until right around 11:30 this morning.
THEN, I spent the day wallowing and wishing that either I had less work to do, the game was instead this weekend, or both.
AND I didn't have tickets. I still don't have tickets. Lakers tickets are expensive. I wasn't going to go...
But then I remembered: my Pistons come to town but twice a year to lose to the Lakers and exchange even blows with a supposedly inferior Clippers franchise. It's but one night of work, and another 9 months before I'll be back in the Staples Center sporting my tattered "lucky" Pistons apparel.
So, boys and girls, we're going to ride downtown and do business with some scalpers. Who knows? I might even spill some beer on a smug, bandwagon, purple-wearing asscat.