Once upon a time, there was a large and beautiful left wing, with a face built for magazines and hands like a twenty year old community college girl who has never stroked a…his name was Dwight King.
Although the name stayed the same, he stopped earning the alias with which I rewarded him – “Kong” – until he channeled his inner beast and put on full display why the L.A. Kings fan base fell in love with this adorable Brobdingnag (cheers to Swifters and their travels) when our Cup ranneth over.
He leaned forward, weight forward, stick forward, puck to the net forward and his relentless pursuit of rubber biscuit and red sweaters earned him a goal and our reverence once again.
But will it last?
Has he found a home with Nolan to his right and Stoll at his center?
Is the Sophomore slump sewn away? Is it slain? Can we for the love of the Hockey Gods have a productive left wing that doesn’t wear a C?
I know not.
You know not.
But we shall speculate.
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