+1 to Backgammon being good people.
Also, to put it rather indelicately, screw those folks in your group. Complaining because someone in a wheelchair mildly inconveniences a game session (that he's running) because they take too long to go to the bathroom? Insisting on moving the game elsewhere, when you know that two of the regular players literally cannot make the trip to join you? Man, eff that.
Right now Mrs. Crit and I drive about 95 miles each way to game once a week. It stinks, but we do it because that's where our friends are, and they've all got kids so we don't expect them to come to us, y'know? They appreciate that we make the trip, just like we appreciate our buddy opening his home to us every single weekend and letting us hang out and play there. We bring snacks, they provide snacks, we bring drinks, the provide drinks -- everyone brings something to the game, and when financial hardship hits, everyone else just brings a little extra (like last week we brought pizza for everyone, because our GM recently lost his job and the least we can do to help our friend is bring dinner, along with a little extra so he and the kids can have leftovers to munch on).
Anyone that DIDN'T think that way, didn't feel that way, isn't someone I'd want to hang out with, anyways. Maybe I'm just lucky because -- conventions notwithstanding -- I've only ever gamed with friends, but...man, I just can't imagine hanging out and gaming with people that weren't my friends. And certainly not with folks dickish enough to pull garbage like that.
Sorry your group's pulling stuff like this, Sterling, and good luck being able to sling dice and tell cool stories again.
ETA - Backgammon, I'm going to join you, I think. Sterling's gonna be a bounty hunter in the next Kincaid novel (I've got a scene an extra hunter'll be perfect for, anyways!). Sterling, shoot me a PM with how you want him to look, and I'll work it in.
Next time you see someone from this 'gaming group' of yours, point out your character, then hit 'em with the book.