I don't always enjoy Stars games when I'm at the rink. Living in Southern California means that the vast majority of my in-person viewing has taken place as an Enemy Fan, and too often over the past decade or so, I've walked out of an enemy barn with scoffing and jeering at my back. In fact, during my last visit to Staples Center this season, we had the pleasure of being soaked with a flying beer* as we walked up the stairs to the concourse after a Kings victory. And even when Dallas has won with me in attendance, it's just not quite the same sort of joyful experience that a victory among home fans can be.
Game 79 Afterwords: Third Time's the Charm in Charming Third Period
