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[drupal=102]Rising from the ashes[/drupal]
[drupal=102]Rising from the ashes[/drupal]
No, this isn't going to be a comparison of the Kings to Phoenix. What I want to talk about is a resurrection but not of the legendary phoenix. I want to talk about a resurrection of TEAM KINGS.
No one expected the Kings to beat the Mavericks tonight. In fact, no one would really have been surprised if the Kings rolled over and played dead early on, going through the motions until the final buzzer so they could get on the plane and head home.
It didn't happen, though. There was a miracle of sorts in Dallas and Kings fans hopefully took notice.
Did you hear the voice yell out "High pick! High pick!"? Was it unfamiliar to you?
Yelling out a pick alert to a teammate was our new #5, Andres Nocioni. And it was a joy to this fan's ears. That's what teammates do for each other ... and it's the first step on the road to a resurrection of team play and chemistry.
All year long I've begged for heart and hustle, energy and effort. Tonight we saw it ... and it was good.
Last night's victory against Memphis was fun, but it could easily have been scripted in Hollywood. It was totally predictable that the ragtag group of players would find a way to band together and win. Adrenalin and pride combined with a favorable matchup and the Kings got the W.
Tonight, however, the Kings didn't stand a chance of winning. They knew it; we knew it; people on Alpha Centauri most likely knew it. But it didn't matter.
Tonight was about pride and teamwork and focus. It was about respect for themselves, for each other and for the game we love.
Tonight may have been a loss but it was a team effort, with the emphasis being on the words "team" and "effort." The Kings didn't lose. The Mavericks won because they were simply the much better team.
There's hope for the future when you see effort like tonight. It wasn't perfect and it wasn't the end result. But it was a beginning. And that's what we've all been waiting for.
Oddly enough, one of the best moments for me was actually watching Dirk Nowitzki walk off the court at the end of the game, waving a towel as though they'd just won a playoff game. Hey, Dirk? We'll be back. And next time? You might just be in for a surprise. Before you celebrate too much, keep in mind you're excited over beating a cellar dweller whose roster was blown up 48 hours ago. Were you really that afraid of us?
GO KINGS!!!