F***. that was a brutal recollection. i wept. melodramatic? probably. my father and i have a great relationship now, but during my adolescence, we struggled to communicate, like many fathers and sons. he didn't really know how to navigate his way through the problems i was having, but we always had the kings as a middle ground. it was our common language, our way of speaking to each other, and godDAMN that team was GOOD. the 2002 western conference finals were so electric, so intense, so disappointing, so fraught with controversy that the aftermath gave my father and i an opportunity to engage in a shared emotional catharsis (along with every other kings fan who was busy rationalizing away the pain). without c-webb, vlade, peja, christie, bibby, b-jax, adelman, and even the maloofs (as they were in those days), perhaps my father and i don't have anything to build on; perhaps we don't become as close as we are today. i'm endlessly thankful for that team, and that time in my life. it can be hard to look back on, but what great years for the city of sacramento...