Our tickets said we had seats 3-7 on row F of section 223, exactly what I had purchased over the phone. However, there is no seat 7 in that row, so we sat in seats 2-6. Shortly before tip-off, a couple of fans asked to see our tickets since they thought we were taking one of their seats, we showed them our tickets and they saw that the problem was that row F, indeed, had no seat 7. They found an employee to help figure out the problem who was a young, African-American male whose name I wish I knew for your information-because he was untrained on how to deal with the situation and ultimately dishonest with me. This usher in a grey shirt instructed my group to go to a guest services location on the 100 level to get the situation sorted out. I responded that my group included two disabled guests who would have trouble moving about in the arena, and that we were not inclined to move from our seats. I asked if wouldn't it be easier to find 2 open seats for the couple who held tickets for seats 1 & 2, than move a group of 5. He left for a few minutes with the couple, but returned with the announcement that seats had been located for my group in section 116. "Just go there and find someone with a grey shirt like mine who will seat you." While making our way to section 116, my mother had to take several breaks due to knee pain, and we missed the first quarter trying to find an escalator. When we arrived at section 116, we made contact with an usher wearing a grey shirt who rudely told us we were in the wrong section and that he did not in fact have seats for my group. We walked out into the hall, where we noticed there was the guest services counter. We then realized the young man back at section 223 had misled us about there being seats for us in section 116, and he had lied to get us to go to the guest service counter- I'll admit, a smart move, but completely dishonest nonetheless. The woman working at guest services- whose name I cannot recall- was very apologetic and helpful in figuring out where to put our group, however, the game was quickly progressing without us being able to watch it. We were assigned seats in section 126, row U, so we made our way there, but people were already sitting in our seats. When I asked the usher if we could sit in the empty row in front of U (row "T" I presume) he got angry and said we needed to return to the guest services counter. I responded that, no, we would certainly not go back there again, which made him even angrier. The people in our seats realized what was happening and moved to row T, so we were able to finally sit and enjoy the game- or at least the last 2 minutes of the half. But that wasn't the worst of it, yet. More people came who had tickets for row T and the ones there moved out for a man, woman, and 2 children. The halftime show (per usual) was awesome. A trio presented a balance act and encouraged the crowd to make noise and cheer on the performers. The man in front of me leaned back and said, "My girlfriend is pregnant and the clap is irritating her,"- which I thought was a joke about VD at first. But after the performers asked for more noise, which we provided, the man again leaned back to me and said that our hand clapping was vexing his lady friend. I laughed at this and calmly advised him that there was a lot more clapping and shouting to come, because we were basketball fans. My mother, who was sitting a couple of seats away leaned over to ask me what the problem was. I told my mother that the lady in front of me wanted us to stop clapping, and my mom laughed. This made the lady in front of us very upset and she called us mother f**kers, and she and her group got up and left the section. A few minutes later, we saw the woman near the exit, yelling explicatives at security personnel-who were frowning at us, so I waved them over to tell them our side of whatever story she had cooked up. They instantly presumed that we were guilty of something, and positioned themselves in front of us in the now vacant row T, blocking our view of the 3rd quarter action which had just begun. We were accused of harassing the folks who had occupied the row in front of us by the rent-a-cops, and then said my group should go to the guest services to request new seats. I said that we would absolutely NOT be moved again, since we had already had lost our patience with the seating hassle. The security guard said, "Do you wonder why you keep getting moved? Maybe, you are troublemakers,"- insinuating that we were to blame for something. Then he went on to claim that we were harassing the folks in front of us because they were non-white. Yup, he called us racist! I left this review with the Timberwolves and the Target Center online without any reply read more