I went to dinner with a friend and didn't get home until about 6:15. Turned on the TV and saw the Kings down by 11. I started to turn on the computer but the Kings started to come back. Superstitious creature that I am, I couldn't turn on the computer and come here because it might have destroyed the mojo. So I sat in my living room, cheering like I was in the arena, watching every single moment and treasuring it all.
Panicked at time, there was one strange overwhelming feeling - it was FAITH. I didn't get the gut-wrenching feeling as we went into overtime that we were doomed, even with Boogie on the bench. I give credit to Malone for that, because I didn't fear that he'd do something stupid and lose the game for us.
It's a bizarre feeling to trust again, but damn is it fun.
I LOVE THIS TEAM!!!