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“ ‘Every new beginning comes from some other beginning’s end’ - Semisonic ” - Bradley

Hello and goodbye.

If my math is right, it’s been about six years since Tom Ziller unleashed my tyranny onto the pages of Sactown Royalty right before his own exit and rendered me Akis’s problem. At the time, I was in a transitional period in my life. I was 25 and had recently decided to drop out halfway through my program at culinary school.

I’d fallen in love with the website during The Anaheim Saga and its sequel, The Seattle Saga. I loved what Kevin, Greg, and Akis were doing to stir up support for the team and keeping us all sane. I vividly remember frequenting all their Twitter pages for new updates and insights on top of reading the website.

As a broke and unemployed culinary dropout, I was wondering what was next for me and began to write more than I ever had. At the same time, things were getting back to normal for the Kings. Nightmares about losing the team were replaced by nightmares of keeping it (and I wouldn’t have it any other way.)

Seattle was no longer the enemy. John Salmons was. Thus, my origin story as an StR contributor. I vividly remember my first piece about the Kings being forced to euthanize John Salmons. After a few more of these bootleg attempts at Onion articles, I was officially on the crew writing them as an official contributor at StR.

I can honestly say this was one of the most important things that has happened to me since dropping out of culinary school. Without it, my love of writing might not have been rekindled. Within months of rejoining the site, I was back at community college seeking a degree in English, where job opportunities go to die.

Without turning this into a full-fledged autobiography, that led to me fixing the grades my 18 year old self crapped out, it made me realize that I didn’t just like writing, I actually had a knack for it, and it had me seeking other opportunities. My first day in class, a professor of mine (shoutout to Kevin Ferns, who still reads this site as far as I know) noted that he recognized my name from this site.

Five-and-a-half years later, and I have my degree in writing, I mostly make my living ghostwriting about sports, and I am still here at Sactown Royalty, even if I don’t write as often as I would like to. None of this would have been possible without the support of not only Ziller but Akis, Greg, Kevin, and all of the others who have since joined.

Thanks to school, now work, writing on StR has been sporadic at best. A recap here, a satire there, a choose your own adventure story, a film-review-turned-chastisement, and of course, The Vivexpendables I and II. If you know me or my writing, you know I like to keep it light and hopefully get a few chuckles. My personal favorite piece that I did, however, was among my most serious, when the Kings made good on their promise to be “bigger than basketball” and partnered with Black Lives Matter.

I’m not going to list all of the writers for the site, because there are 75 of them. I just want to say that as a collective, I truly appreciate how much we have expanded since I joined this site and watching all of them grow. Each of us offers a unique role, and despite our constant sparring, I consider every writer here a good friend. Yes, even Bryant.

I also couldn’t be here without the readers. Their support has meant a lot for me, and on those occasions where I took the time to write, they made it worth it with their enthusiasm. It’s still surreal to me to be at a Kings game, or even Summer League in Las Vegas, and have people stop me because they recognize me from this website and my primary home, Twitter. I’ve gotten to meet some fine people and John this way.

I’ve sparred and bantered with local media about issues both big and small. I’ve started a game called Kingo that ended up being played by my favorite King, Bobby Jackson, on the air. I’ve even gotten to tour the arena as it was being built and meet Vlade freakin’ Divac and Peja freakin’ Stojakovic (who asked me how my cookie was) all thanks to this site.

And I haven’t even gotten to the podcast yet. Last year, Tony and Akis were nice enough to offer me The Sactown Royalty Show. I truly have a blast with it and have enjoyed being able to add this to my resume. Now, both people who listen to the show (hi mom) might have noticed I haven’t posted an episode since the ‘F... it’ game by Nemanja Bjelica. I probably don’t need to tell you why, but there were reasons behind this. Good news, though. When we find our new home, keep your eyes on that feed as we have some exciting plans for it.

When I say that I love Sactown Royalty it is putting it lightly. I love the community we have here. I love that I have gotten to share myself with a lot of you both here and on social media. I love that we have a dysfunctional groups of misfits who suffer through this thing we call Kings fandom together. I love that there’s a place that, despite what some say, offers several viewpoints and isn’t afraid to call things out for what they are.

The Sactown Royalty part of my life will soon be over, but like everybody else has said, that doesn’t mean we are going away. I firmly believe that The Kings Herald is going to be an even better place for all we love about this site. I’m already looking forward to writing more, podcasting more, and finding out new ways to annoy you all.

I don’t know what else to say about this. I am sad that Sactown Royalty as we know it is no more, but I am stoked for a new platform. No sane person puts this much effort into the Sacramento Kings, but because of this a group of insane people has found a home to share in this bizarre experience.

When we first started talking about the new site, we were hoping for a fun lead in, like a playoff race. Instead, we are likely going to be doing so with no basketball. To be honest, I think this is the perfect way to start it. I cannot wait to fill the days, weeks, or months until we see it played again with content that will make us dread and hope for the new season.

And when we start it up, I can’t wait to say these words which mean more to me than anything.

Mamma Mia, Here We Go Again!