Lil Wayne denied access to the Thunder/Spurs game simply because he did not have a ticket

We wouldn't purport to know much about the musical stylings of Lil Wayne, though we did see him do some rather distasteful things to a guitar once, but we do know that you usually need "tickets" to get into an "event." And if the tickets to the event are sold out, then you can't usually attend the event. And if you're going to make a request for a possible exception to that rule — even if you're attempting to get into a game that has already been sold out for weeks — don't do it with the caveat that you will be requesting front row seats only, all other ducats be damned. Like rapper Lil Wayne did, for Thursday's Game 3 between the Oklahoma City Thunder and San Antonio Spurs. The Thunder, with no seats to spare (least of all no front row seats to spare), politely declined. From the Associated Press:

"Thunder spokesman Dan Mahoney says Lil Wayne's representatives did contact the team requesting tickets but insisted that he sit on the front row, and none of those seats was available. Oklahoma City sold out every home game during the regular season and playoffs this season. Mahoney says: 'We'd love to have him at a game, but like anyone else, he needs a ticket.'''

Lil Wayne, spurned and stuck in Oklahoma City, classily took to Twitter to complain about being denied what apparently was rightfully his (at the last second, with a requested vantage point better than 99 percent of the game's 18,203 attendees):

(You didn't really go for the Spurs, Lil Wayne. We know you didn't. We love the Spurs, but nobody was rooting for them on Thursday.)

We can attempt to get haughty over this "incident," but that would have to serve under the false premise that we're actually surprised by an entertainer wasting money at the last minute to gum up the smog-filled skies, jet out to Oklahoma City and demand VIP treatment merely because you've totally heard his hit song, "[Whatever the Name Of Lil Wayne's Hit Song Is]."

Come on. It's Lil Wayne. I'm surprised that the cat didn't ask to jump tip.

(Although we do like "Go Spurs" as the ultimate dis send-off. From now on, we're ending every angry tweet or email missive with that.)