My heart is swelling with pride.
I’m glued to local television coverage of the Sacramento Kings
Long Live the Kings Rally.
As a Kings fan, we’ve been in turmoil and a haze of wonder for the past few years.
Would our team stay? Or would they go?
And finally, I can finally sit here with immense pride
not only for my beloved team, but for my city.
Above is just a small picture of the years I’ve spent cheering for this time
beside my family, and now, my husband to be.
I’ve been attending games for as long as I can remember.
My brother and I made friends with the long time usher in our section,
and we even have developed our own pre and post game rituals.
And if Dad comes with, there’s always the after game jog to the car,
just so we can hear Gary Gerould’s final commentary following the game.
The Kings came to Sacramento in 1984, the year I was born.
And my life has been filled with Sacramento Kings memories since then.
My high school graduation party guests sat glued to the television
as the Kings (sadly) lost to the Los Angeles Lakers.
Another season, my brother and I found ourselves on the Jumbo-tron
with a giant poster for Beno Udrich – “Beno es Bueno.”
And one of my favorite memories was my first date with
the soon-to-be Mr.
See! I even saved our tickets from that night.
Then there are the memories of sitting in the arena
during the two “Final Games” in 2011 and 2013,
where we didn’t know if this would be the final time
we’d watch Sacramento Kings basketball.
Both were two, very different nights with different emotions, but both held uncertainty.
But the end is here! The Kings are here to stay!
So, long live the Kings!
For this is only the beginning of more memories to come.
I can’t wait for the day that Chris and I get to take our kids
to a Sacramento Kings game.
Though as a city, we’ve been through a rollercoaster of emotions,
the best are ahead.
Never been prouder to be a Kings fan!