I was fortunate to score tickets to game 3 last night. Score them for face value, in fact. Resale tickets for a Kings playoff game in Los Angeles are now going for nearly double of the original face value.
It's a beautiful day in the neighborhood. It's a beautiful day in the neighborhood... Wait, who let these guys in?
We kept the Okies and Arkies out during the dustbowl, but we just can't keep out the Canadians.
One of the great things about LA is that it is made of people from everywhere else. I know very few people whose parents were also raised in Los Angeles. I've adopted LA as my home. In spite of having lived in other states and countries, I always come back here. Hockey Buddy and I sat next to some very nice older Canadian gentlemen who are also Kings fans.
The Staples Center is usually full of some very nice people, except when it comes to Ducks fans. We hate those fuckers. For the playoffs, less is held back (I haven't heard about any fights yet). The few Canucks fans who showed up experienced something similar to the walk of shame for the three Avs fans who show up to Frozen Fury.
It was loud. It was packed. It was sweaty. It was everything I'd been eight long years for.
I was afraid of my camera flying out of my hands, and with good reason. So I'll let Youtube tell you the story...
A nice guy named Tom posted the following two videos. Thanks, Tom, where ever you are.
There were no green men, and we didn't see Westside Rental Man, even though they did play his jam. Last night instead marked the return of cult icon Matthew "Dancing Boy" Barry:
Hockey, live music, a cult icon... is there anything last night didn't have?
This is LA! Of course we've got dead hookers!
My voice is hoarse, my towel arm is tired, and my hands are bruised. I can't wait to do it again.
For a better recap check out The Royal Half.