For as long as I can remember, among my family and friends, I’ve been “the Kings guy”. In school, I was the one wearing Kings shirts to school every day. I’d wake up and turn the Sacramento Bee to page C1 to catch up on the latest news. I’d be glued to the television every night, or if it was a radio broadcast (or if I was grounded) playing the game with an invisible ball as the G-Man called the action. I’d go outside and play out imaginary scenarios (usually involving Peja hitting a game-winning shot) on the hoop my dad installed in the back yard.
The Good(Bye), the Bad and the Ugly
