I live in Ensenada Mexico. So I guess you could include me in with the SoCal people that root for the Kings. And although, I would benefit geographically if they were to move down here, both in ability to attend games, and in making it easier for me to watch them on television, I want them to stay in sacramento.
My daughter, son and grandson, all live in the sacramento area. The thought of my grandson growing up without the Kings makes me sick to my stomach. But its not just my grandson, its all the young kids, that won't have what I had as a young boy growing up in St. Louis.
I remember sitting out on the back porch in the heat of the summer evenings. Lightning bugs were in the air, and perspiration was running down my face. The voice of Harry Carey was booming over the radio. It was the bottom of the ninth, runners were on 1st and 2nd, the Cards were down two, and Stan Musial was coming to bat. There was a crack of the bat, and the words I wanted to hear leaped out of the radio. " Theres a drive, it might be, it could be, it is, a homerun. Holly Cow!!"
Priceless! Absolutely priceless. There are things in life you just can't buy. They have to be experienced. And those experiences are priceless and personal. Even though shared with thousands at the time. There are moments in life that you'll remember when you lie down for the last time in your life. There is no way to put a value on those moments. You wouldn't sell them to anyone for any price.
If the Kings move, those are the moments that young boys and girls won't have. They may never consciously know it, the same way a poor person says, that as a child, he never knew he was poor, because as a child thats all he knew. Whats lost, is than in reality, whether he or she knew it or not, they were poor. And those who grow up without the Kings, will be poorer for it.
We live and die vicariously with our team. And its not just about the win or the loss of the last game. Or even the last season. Its about hope. Its about, there's always next year. They teach us to have hope, and to have expectations for the future. They teach
us how to deal with failure, and not turn failure into despair.
Most of all, they give us memories that can never be replaced. Maybe another team can add to them, but never replace them. There will never be another Vlade in my memory bank. There will never be another moment of standing and screaming along with 17 thousand plus for 20 minutes before the Kings even walked out onto the floor. And continuing to scream for their entire warmup period prior to their first home playoff game.
I don't want my grandson to be deprived of those memories. I don't want his classmates to be deprived. And selfishly, I want the fairytale to go on. I want to see the prince put the glass slipper on the foot of the chosen one. I want to see a championship banner flying in the rafters of the arena, regardless of the name. I want sacramento to be the shinning city on the hill.
My heart aches at the thought of them leaving. I pray for a miracle, because it appears thats what it will take. Miracles do happen, but you have to believe..