Driven to distraction

I often go to a certain location with the intention of participating in A but my mind/eyes/whole self will often wander off course and within minutes I’m suddenly obsessed with B and A becomes secondary.

Last night Wes and I took our oldest two daughters to the Blazers first pre-season game at the Rose Garden.  After perusing the buffet and stuffing our pockets full of candy and soda pop, we slowly made it into the arena just before the introductions were being made.  After the lights came back on I noticed five guys walking along the baseline of the court toward the section just below ours.  All five were dressed in three piece suits with sunglasses and a beer in each hand.  I was mesmerized.  The game suddenly became a side show.  My show was 15 rows ahead of me.



Initially, I thought the ‘cool guys’- that’s how we referred to them, were special guests of the Blazers.  They did a lot of handshaking, hand gesturing and hand dancing.  They looked like they owned the place.  But, their seats were not that good, so…
I was confused by the sunglasses.  Why shades?  Why?



Were they mafia?  Wes said no.
Was the red-head Paul Allen’s love child?  I doubt it, but maybe?



What was their story?  They drank so much alcohol (like eight beers a piece) it was astounding.  We started to worry about how they’d get home alive.  Cate told me one of them had refrained and was surely the designated driver. 
They seemed to have lots of friends who worked at the Rose Garden, yet I over heard them asking the kid a couple rows away from me if he’d like to party with them later.  He had to decline because he wasn’t eighteen yet.  We’re they looking for friends?  A following?



The most troubling part of the game show was the fact that three of the guys had white iPhones.  What guy has a white iPhone?  I could not get over this.  I badgered Wes numerous times over the white iPhone issue.  Let me now claim this loud and clear:  under no circumstances is it ever right for a man to own a white iPhone.  If you do, you’ve essentially thrown away your man card for good.



They flirted extensively with the Blazer cheerleaders and eventually the one they were thrusting their energies upon reciprocated by tossing a Blazer t-shirt to them.  But then…the red headed guy turned around and gave the shirt to a little boy a few rows up.  I was deeply puzzled by this display of generosity.
They made a grand exit to our right as I sat mesmerized again by their ways.  They asked me to party with them too.  I was too stunned by them to even respond.  I just stared as my show walked up the stairs and out the door.