What’s to Love?
I love that I can die knowing after 26 years of spending money on season tickets that I actually got to see the Kings win the Stanley Cup. I figure the price for this privilege cost me about half a million dollars.
I love that its going to be about 80 degrees in L.A. today and I don’t have to deal with 15 inches of snow back in NYC
I love snuggle in my dryer.
I love weighing myself, taking a shit, and then trying to figure out why I haven’t lost any weight when I weigh myself again.
I heart that Anze Kopitar is finally earning his paycheck
I still love when Dustin Brown absolutely creamed the ugly sister. I can replay that hit in my head time and time again when I’m daydreaming and missing my exit on the freeway.
I love when my wife leaves me the fuck alone following a Kings loss.
I love when my 7 year old hugs me and says, “it’s okay, daddy. The Kings will win the next game.” He’s been hugging me a lot lately.
I love that BestBuy and Amazon and Costco have sales on TV’s so when I smash one with a bat, I get the newest coolest model.
I love that Raffi Torrez tore his ACL and I don’t care if anyone thinks that’s “mean of me”
I love whipping Edmonton into a frenzy by suggesting ANY of their players are worthless.
I love singing our National Anthem and asking anyone who is singing with me what a “rampart” is.
I love getting up at 4:30 in the morning to watch Olympic hockey. I also love extreme sarcasm.
I love this blog and deleting idiot replies.
I love being a Kings fan.