Being a Kings fan is pain, love, loss, joy and… so much more that is hard to explain.

It is a pain that does not wound, but makes you stronger. It is about love that stirs passions you didn’t know you had. It is about irrationality in a way that makes a weird kind of sense. It defies boundaries and only finds its limits in the depth and breadth of ongoing creation and creative expression, gifs, pics, bewbs, and us ignorant newbs finding their way towards a more passionate existence through the belief in a team.

There is no way to describe in words the meaning of something that engages the passions, senses, and so completely diverts me from my daily burdens. That lifts me up above the petty tyranny of life to unprecedented heights only to be dropped into despair and drowned in sorrowful losses.

It is really bizarre that throughout this roller coaster I never for a minute doubt my loyalty to the Kings and commitment to being a fan. Some might call me crazy, and have, but having the insanity of fandom for a team makes life more bearable. Because despite the lows of loss I feel joy at every 3 point shot and rally to come from behind. For every disappointing play on the floor I see growth and potential. I can find balance and perspective on life that transcends the simple act of putting a ball through a hope, or not.

To not have the Kings in my life would leave me in a drabber world of gray. I much prefer a world filled with purple.