April 13th, 2011
is a day I remember pretty vividly,
yet the parts of the day that stick out most
are the early morning and the late evening.
It was the “Last Game” that the Sacramento Kings
were supposedly going to play in Arco Arena
My day began listening to old Kings memories on the radio
as my old favorite morning show (that is no longer)
reminisced the days of old, the Good Times with the Kings.
Tearfully as I entered the parking lot to work,
I just had to call Dad.
My boyfriend and I had tickets to the game
and so did my brother and his girlfriend.
But Dad’s plan was to sit at home and watch the game.
It just didn’t feel right.
I couldn’t imagine that the team he’d taught me to love
would be playing without him in the seats watching.
Flash forward –
That night, I took in every moment.
Would this really be the last time I’d cheer my heart out for this team?
I sat in the upper deck, with a perfect view of our season ticket seats.
As the warmups began, I couldn’t help but replay memories
of my childhood memories in that place.
The game turned out to be a nail-biter, with the Kings losing in the final minutes
to our eternal rival, the Lakers.
But it was a good one.
And when it was all over, I had a hard time leaving.
How could I get up and leave? Leave these memories behind?
Two years later,
and the story isn’t much different.
Tomorrow is the season finale for the Sacramento Kings.
Yes, they’re still here. But our future is still unknown.
We’re still waiting for an answer. For clarity.
Still waiting, for the confirmation that our team is here to stay.
The newspapers around here report a different story every day.
We really have no idea. There are still so many questions that go unanswered.
Yet tomorrow I know there won’t be tears,
because this time I go to the game with hope.
As I’ve mentioned, I’m a fan of the underdog
and I’m pulling for the underdog in this case.
I’m hoping that the nation and the NBA will finally wake up
and see what an amazing franchise the Sacramento Kings really is
and that they will let the team stay where it belongs.
But the most important thing, is that if it really is the “Last Game”
everything will be okay,
because Dad will be in the stands with me
watching our team to the very end.