I wore a Kings shirt to work today. That is not unusual for me. When I don’t have clients, I often wear the crest and colors. However, when the L.A. Kings are one game away from winning the Stanley Cup, the shirt I have worn 100 times before might as well have neon signs and sing…in other words, it gets more noticed.
“Did you go to the game?” the man in the elevator I have never before met or seen asked me.
“Yes. Season ticket holder,” I answered.
“Cool. So you didn’t just jump on the bandwagon?” he asked.
“32 years of being a fan. I am the bandwagon,” I said.
Those of us who have been fans for decades have a different perspective on this Stanley Cup run. That is not to belittle what the younger or shorter-term fans feel. They are of course excited and I am excited for them. We just bring more experience to that excitement.
What does that excitement entail?
From calm to freaking the fuck out.
You find yourself with a big smile on your face and you can’t get rid of it until you remind yourself that we haven’t won yet and it is wrong to smile.
You get choked up driving to work or home thinking about what it will feel like when you see Dustin Brown raise…just got a lump in my throat trying to finish that sentence.
You love the attention the Kings are getting from everyone and everywhere but you are a little annoyed because you can’t help but think, “where the hell where you guys when we were struggling?”
You think of Marcel Dionne, Dave Taylor, Charlie Simmer, Rogie Vachon, Jay Wells, all of the Kings of our past and know if we can win this, we win it for them as much as our beloved current team.
You feel distracted, mind constantly wandering, your wife asks you if you want to have sex and you wonder how the hell you are going to get Anze Kopitar’s beautiful face out of your head while doing so, whether you should tell her that or is it better to just keep that your little secret.
I get it.
I am there with you.
And I love you.