I've been a Kings fan since the age of 9, during the 1999-2000 season. The team razzle dazzled me until I could not function without Kings basketball. I had to have it all: Kings jerseys, Kings bobble-heads, Kings plaques, Kings banners, and of course, the once a year trip 35 minutes to a KINGS GAME! For these last 12 years, I feel I have been among the Kings biggest supports: I've watched every game (feeling ill if I missed even one), spent hours a day in the front yard pretending I was Peja Stojakovic shooting threes (hey, practicing as Peja made me a pretty good shooter), to put it short, I have breathed, lived, and dreamt Kings basketball. I have so fallen in love with the Kings, that from the age of 10, rather than wanting to be a player, I have wanted to be the next Geoff Petrie; assembling something as beautiful as the glory day Kings to perform and most importantly, WIN, for small town, big heart Sacramento. However, after 6 years of little hope, little progress, ineptitude, two steps backward, one step forward movement, I don't know if I can take it anymore. Each and every Kings loss literally ruins my day; each game is something I look forward to, and each loss crushes me. I long for the glory years, but I am finally realizing that this love has become unhealthy, because the Kings don't love me back. Our owners are frugal and uncommitted, and our management has aged like milk rather than wine, never adjusting to the changes of time. Even so, I am not willing to give up on the Kings. Instead, I am asking for a break. I am asking for some time to heal, and hopefully, for the Kings to recognize the changes that are necessary for me to feel love being reciprocated: passion, energy, effort, progress and hope. I can't make these changes for them...it's all up to them. But, even so, I'll always be waiting.