King of Section 15

This weekend I went to my first Halifax Mooseheads hockey game in over a year. Looking sharp in their new blank thirds, Hillier scored two and they won in overtime - it was great. However, my night was marred by an unfortunate incident whereby I was berated by a crotchety old guy sitting a few rows behind me...

Let me first say that for three years I had season tickets to the Herd, so I am familiar with all of the ins and outs of spectator etiquette - don't leave or return to your seat during play, don't scream in the ears of the guy in front of you, don't fart until you get up on the concourse, etc. etc. Well, apparently there is another unwritten rule that I was not familiar with - enter and leave through your own aisle as it must be rude to ask someone who is not sitting in your row to stand up and let you pass. Right. Even if there are only two people sitting in the near-empty row behind you. Right. So this guy, after I climbed into said near-empty row behind me to go grab a beer (during a timeout), yelled at me to "leave through your own aisle, why should they get up to let you through, (etc. etc.).. moron!". The "moron" was the real kicker, plus, this guy wasn't even sitting in that row. Aargh. All I could do was give him the furrowed-brow "you're being unreasonable" face, although I wanted to let loose with a stream of disgusting and disrespectful profanities...but there were children present.

So - for almost ruining my night out - here's to you, crotchety old king of section 15: may you die a horrible horrible death. Or at the very least, be asked to stand up and let many a non-season ticket-holder pass, every game for the rest of the season...or until said horrible horrible death.