The traffic control for Mighty Ducks hockey games, as administered by the Anaheim Police Department, is just about the least efficient cluster fuck you have ever seen this side of Boston's Big Dig. The design is the embodiment of they-couldn't-make-it-worse-if-they-tried. But then again, what would you expect from city government employees. And oy vay, I should be careful not to utter such words, as the Anaheim PD Traffic Management Supervisor II (just a guess at the title of the lowly clerk who implemented this scheme) might take them as fightin' words. The diabolical Traffic Management Supervisor II wrings his hands in his dusty cubicle in the sub-basement records storage area.
"I know! Instead of blocking all lanes in one direction, I'll block them all! Hahahahaaaaaa! That'll show those meddling redheads just who they're messing with! Hahahaha!"
With the pound of the spinning date rubber stamp on the Canary=Bureaucratic Paperwork Bin and a scrawl of the illegible supervisor signature on the White=Bureaucratic File Cabinet, his terrible scheme was put into motion. While his cackle could be heard for miles, everyone thought it was just a crow in the final throes of West Nile Virus. Little did Mighty Ducks fans know the traffic nightmare that was lying in store for them in the next home game...