Ummmm...okay. Live Arena Vote Diary, PART 4!

So I left at 6:30...Got some dinner...Got some drinks...Saw the Christian Bale movie Rescue Dawn...commuted all the way from midtown to the upper east side...

And the Commissioners still haven't voted yet?

Even worse, I come back and there are still a ton of talking heads saying the same thing over and over again: "If this thing gets approved, I would like _____"

The judges probably need a shoehorn to scoop them out of those chairs at this point. Like astronauts, they probably went to the bathroom in their suits long ago and I'm about 70% sure that Fred Brummer cannibalized Tiffany Moore while I was gone. This is madness.

Madness?

THIS. IS. SPARTAAAA! -AND BY SPARTA, I MEAN THE NEVER ENDING ARENA VOTE!

Right now a guy is talking about how he had serious trouble getting his disabled wife to see Magic games because the facilities were so crummy. After a full day of talk, talk, talk, this guy's comments were the first ones that actually made me really think. He said the elevators were cramped and it was almost impossible to get her around. It's people like that that are the real ones that matter in the end.

And thus ends the public section of the day. Next up are the Commissioners talking about voting on the amendments.

Sigh.