Its not me...its you...
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.
(This is a FanPost from a member of the Sactown Royalty community. The views expressed come from the member, and not Sactown Royalty staff.)
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And the point of this fanpost was what?
"We're not talking about me and Darko in the same sentence." - Chris Webber vs KAHN!
by caseycheesecake on Jan 14, 2012 11:07 PM PST reply actions 2 recs
I hear you, brother.
It fucking sucks being a Kings fan most of the time, nowadays.
But we WILL get better. One day.
"If it were done when 'tis done, then 'twere well
It were done quickly..."

"We're not talking about me and Darko in the same sentence." - Chris Webber vs KAHN!
by caseycheesecake on Jan 16, 2012 7:23 AM PST up reply actions
Mmmm
I remember those Bobbleheads. I think I still have the Peja, Christie, and B-Jax one.
Claremont Mckenna College
Forbes #3 in the West, #12 in the Nation
"Crescit cum comercio civicas"
Throw it around the back so it look fly when I pass//
Just to avoid the block go high off the glass//
I'm killing them out there they gon' have to bring caskets//
This all I hear after the baskets *swoosh*//
Hey, stick with it. i know you are just venting, but keep in mind that they are still in Sacramento and that is what matters most.
Only 7 home games left before the March 1 deadline, so this season is not a good one to not represent as a fan.
"First we get jobs, then we get the khakis, then we get the chicks."
Also
You’re not the only one who pretended to be Peja shooting threes :)
I’ll always remember the G-Man on the radio:
“Peja, dribbling on the left wing – Peja for three…Heeeeee’s got the triple!”
Claremont Mckenna College
Forbes #3 in the West, #12 in the Nation
"Crescit cum comercio civicas"
Throw it around the back so it look fly when I pass//
Just to avoid the block go high off the glass//
I'm killing them out there they gon' have to bring caskets//
This all I hear after the baskets *swoosh*//
I became a Kings fan in the 80s a and went through 15 years with 0 winning seasons
I can do this in my sleep.
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Masochism. Purple is the color of a bad bruise. Purple Pain!
This.
only a fan since
‘99, your still on the trial period, kid. you had to live through the powder blue 80’s (when even in sactown you got putdown for to get fully credentialed. go ahead and bail out homie, we’ll hold your place on the bus during the next playoff rush. ..
"Those were the days my friend, we thought they'd never end, we sing and dance, forever
and a day, we’d live the life we choose, we’ d fight and never lose, for we were young and sure to have our way."
Those Were The Days
Lyrics by Gene Raskin
set to the Russian folk song “Dorogoi dlinnoyu” (“Дорогой длинною”, lit. “By the long road”), written by Boris Fomin (1900–1948) with words by the poet Konstantin Podrevskii. It deals with reminiscence upon youth and romantic idealism.
Stay Thirsty My Friends
WONK
Etymology - origin unknown
Function - Noun
Definition - A person preoccuped with arcane details or procedures in a specialized field; broadly, NERD; especially someone young who focuses on one topic or subject to the near exclusion of all other topics.

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