When the Kings came to sacramento they were a middle of the road team. Talented, but not super talented. I think everyone knew it wasn't a championship team, but it was a start, and it was priced right. To be honest, I didn't even go with the idea that we would win. I went to see the other teams. Live, right here in sacramento. Larry Bird, Charles Barkley, Michael Jordan. I was in the old wharehouse when Bird got a bigger ovation than the Kings team did. The people of sacramento were hungry for the big time, and sick of the sacramento Salons or whatever they were called.
All of us suffered through some miserable times. Just as bad as now, but longer. But yet we came and we watched and we cheered. And suddenly in one fell swoop, we emerged as one of the best teams in the NBA. And then the prices started to go up. After a few years, all the folks that I knew on a first name basis were gone. And they were replaced by fans that had the money but lacked the enthusiasm of the previous fans. Some didn't even arrive until just before halftime. Some spent half their time on their cellphone. Some spent the entire game talking to one another and not even watching the game.
I always thought that the kings were a blue collar team. And the blue collar workers got priced out. When the team started to decline, the causual fan lost interest and moved his money elsewhere. That only left the remaining blue collar guys. And when the economy went bad, some of them had to pack it in. I started in the red seats just 12 rows from the floor. From there I went to the blue seats and eventually to the upper tier front row, and then to the nose bleed sections. And finally nothing.
If I still lived there, and had the money I would still be going to games. If not to see my team win, then to see the best athlete's in the world do their thing. I would give my right arm for free tickets. I can honestly say that I have never turned off a Kings game, no matter how bad it is. Because I don't know how long I'll be able to have the luxury of seeing them. Tomorrow is promised to no one. I think Dirty Harry said that. He would know.