Much like life, reeding and writing have always come hard to me, so I hope you’l not make fun of any grammar errers in this post. I know there are some grammar nazi duck fans who will anyway but they are so dumb, hahaha, kesler!

My story is about my first kings game, because I think it really shows what it means to be a Kings fan. I was so excited when my father came home from the plant one night and told me he bought four tickets for the whole family for the Kings and Flames game 3 in the greatest city on earth, Inglewood. This was 1990 I think and Wikipedia says so to so I’m pretty sure im remembering this right.

Anyway, on the day of the game dad worked a half shift and my brother and I, I was 13 he was 8, were so excited we were crazy. My favorite player was of course gretzky but I also loved mcsorely because he hurt people and had the same helmet as me, the one that was so thin your head would hurt whenever a puck would hit it. I think it was a Jofa. Anyway, on the car ride up from the OC my brother ate so many sour vines and sodas that he puked all over the back seat. My dad was super pissed and shouted, "god damn it, Brian! Hang on, we’re gonna stop at Churches Chicken to get you cleaned up." My brother yelled back, "Noooo! I don’t want to go to church!!!!" Hahaha, it was so funny.

After cleaning my brother in the Churches bathroom and eating we got to the game and sat way up in the top of the Forum. It was my first live hockey game and I remember thinking how big the building was, how neat the Lakers banners looked, and how loud and smelly the fans around us were. I remember my mom giving my dad a look and saying, "I thought you splurged?" right around the time one of the Kings fans in the row above us offered me a beer. I thought it was awesome, mom and dad not so much so. I was bummed not to have my first beer but I guess 13 was too young.

All in all, I don’t remember much about the game but I do remember Tony Granato scoring in overtime for the win, 2-1. The thing I do remember though, and which I’ll always remember, is the giant of a man two rows back who was so hammered and so so loud. All game he would wait until it was sort of quiet and then yell at the top of his lungs…"Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck you, Ottooooooooo!" He really did not like Joel Otto.

He did this all game, every few minutes, even after my dad asked him to stop because of us kids…he told my dad to fuck off and that was that, remember this guy was huge. Then, with about five minutes left in the third period, this dude stood up and puked all over the people in front of him! I mean ALL over. It smelled so, so bad that by the time security came the entire section had cleared and it was just this guy bent over the seats in front of him. The hilarious part is that my brother, Brian, realized he had some of the puke on his shoes and freaked out. My dad told him it was karma and to get over it. Long story short, we watched the rest of the game from the railings.

When I think about this experience, I think it summarizes what it really means to be a Kings fan. Stuff happens, mostly bad stuff, but every now and then we get brief moments to remember forever. For me, I’ll always have the reverse sweep, 2014, 2012, Deadmarsh, the 93 run, and "Fuuuuuuuuuuck you, Otto!"

Go Kings Go!