My wife and two daughters spent the afternoon at the Roseville Galleria today and all four of us wore purple. My wife and I wore our "his and hers" Webber jerseys and the girls wore whatever purple we could find for them.
Two different maintenance employees stopped us to say "Go Kings" and also that they weren't allowed to wear purple today. Same went for one security guard patrolling outside. Still, as we walked into the mall there was a little buzz brewing.
I'm sad to say that while inside, most of the other purple that we ran into appeared to be inadvertant and coincidental. There was only one other person wearing purple from head to toe. Purple shoes, purple earings, purple Kings hat, purple rings, purple fingernails. The whole gammot. We instantly locked eyes and greeted one another. I said to her "Go Kings!" and she stopped me and said, "I just need to tell you, I'm not a Kings fan. I'm actually a Lakers fan." I must've looked really confused and before I could say anything she said, "Today I support the Kings to stay in Sacramento because I care about the folks working there are the arena and for anyone to lose their jobs would be a travesty." We chatted only a little while longer and I discovered that she was a member of the Red Hat Society. (Old ladies who wear purple with red hats) Their Sacramento chapters were supporting the movement today. I thought it was going to be a great experience the rest of the day at the Galleria but after those first ten minutes, those first three employees, and the RedHat lady... that was it.
The second encounter with a Lakers fan didn't go over quite as well. I can't prove this person was actually a Lakers fan. They didn't say it and they were in their employee uniform so I'm only basing my assumption on the account of what they said and simply that no other person (other than a Lakers Fan in Sacramento) would have the audacity to say what he said. He was working a kiosk in the main pedestrian area. It was either cell phones or sunglasses, I didn't need either so I paid his booth no attention. He asked my wife a question, she politely said "No, Thank you" and he proceeded to run his mouth. "Excuse me, do you know if they are going to still be called the Kings?" I turned around, "What are you talking about? They are still the Kings." With a cocky smirk he proceeded to say, "Oh really? I thought they are moving to Anaheim." My reply: "Oh really they are? I guess you didn't read the news today before you came to work. Looks like the Kings are staying after all."
(**Note** Certain portions of what you will now read may be exaggerated for glorification)
Just then, in panoramic slow motion, the roof of the Galleria burst open leaving a view of the sky. The sun was shining bright on us now. In the same motion of protecting his eyes from the sun his arms flailed up to protect himself. Hitchcock would've been proud as a flock of crows appeared from nowhere, dive-bombing down to feast on his pompous soul. This was beyond him eating crow. The crows were eating him instead.
His grin turned into a snear and he looked at the ground and shook his head. No, he hadn't read the news today. He just looked up and said, "I didn't know that."
I wanted to take his name and email his boss to let him know that his employee was earning his money spending his time harassing patrons of the mall, but I granted pity on him. Partially because he just got Burkle-bombed, and partially because I had learned earlier that he doesnt represent ALL Lakers fans.
Thank you Ma'am and your Red Hat fellowship. Thank you for your support.
I wish I would've seen more fellow fans, but it was an experience nonetheless.