I've been meaning to do a follow up to my FanPost from just before Christmas which compared the Kings’ season to an underdog story worthy of Hollywood.

Well, what a difference two months makes.

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I've been a long-distance Kings fan since the early nineties.  One day I discovered I knew people who knew people who lived in Davis -- I saved up the money so they could buy me a Mitch Richmond jersey (in the days before the internet you needed connections if you lived in New Zealand).  Not only did this third degree association net me the jersey I lusted after, but I also got a poster of Mitch, Walt Williams, Brian Grant and Olden Polynice... signed by all four.  I nearly died.  (When I took it to get laminated and they botched the job, I nearly died a different death, but that's another story.)

This is all to say that I'm not a fly-by-night fan.  I skipped lectures to watch the Western Conference Finals live in '02.  I skipped a few more lectures to recover from that shot.  I've checked Kings box scores in internet cafes in six continents as I followed my wanderlust.  Somewhere, I think it was Turkey, I discovered Sactown Royalty and have lurked in the shadows ever since.

And in January of this year, I got to attend my first Kings game, albeit in Toronto, albeit a loss, albeit the Kenny Natt-era Kings...

Since it became clear the Kings were lottery bound, there's been a cheesy Hollywood quality to the fortunes of my - our - beloved team.  

It was probably the Teen Wolf reference in the Chicago post-game thread that tipped me over the edge.  Let me put it this way...

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