It was sometime during the third period. The score was tied 2-2 and Anze Kopitar was blazing down the ice, breaking past a defending New York Ranger and crossing the offensive blue line. I yelled, “Be amazing, Kopi!”
The Rangers fan in front of me turned, as he had often whenever a penalty was called to insinuate that either the Kings were cheaters or the refs were biased, daring to send a blue shirt to the box. This time, hearing my demand of Kopi, he smiled and said “Jazz hands!”
What the hell? He muttered something about jazz hands being what people do when they think they are amazing. It was snarky and weird. I moved on and returned my focus to the game in front of me, quickly increasing the odds of my being treated for hypertension in the near future.
You know the rest of the story.
That Rangers fans’ face when he watched that replay and I excitedly thrummed his shoulder, pointed and exclaimed, “JAZZ HANDS!”. That face. It will stay with me as long as any other memory from this Stanley Cup winning night.
We don’t really need to talk about the game, do we? The Kings played it, the Kings won it. That’s enough.
Thank you Los Angeles Kings for the season. Thank you for doing a second time what I previously felt I may never see once.
Thank you Los Angeles Kings fans, for being with me for a whole mess of games. You are not the family I was given. You are the family I chose.
I’d ask how you celebrated, but the past tense of that should be reserved for use after a few more days.
GO KINGS GO
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