flyball a-hole

on sundays, we've been playing pick-up basketball at noon all semester long. the flyball people have had the gym reserved at 1:30 all semester long. maybe the flyball people don't realize this, but when we play pickup basketball, we play to a certain number of points, not to a certain time. this means that we don't always know when our game will finish. sometimes a game is quick--fifteen minutes--and sometimes it's less quick--like forty minutes or so.

i don't know how long it takes to set up flyball equipment. but it seems to me like they could start setting up their shit on one end of the floor while we play our half-court game at the other. instead, there's a dude who dumps his big box of stuff right in the middle of the floor while we're in the middle of a game. i understand that they have the right to the gym at exactly 1:30 every sunday. i admit it; it's indisputable. and yet, the dude is such a complete prick. maybe he lacks social skills to just be nice about things--just taking the time to communicate to us would be appreciated. maybe he's one of those 'organizer' types who needs to have everything running right on schedule, despite the fact that life rarely goes as planned. i understand his strategy in some ways, but c'mon, dude.