Kings? 

Several of you have axed, Hey Rumbear, "I thought you were a died in the wool, homeboy, there are no other teams, I bleed red fan of the Detroit Red Wings? What's with supporting the Kings?" Elementary my dear inquisitor, while I grew up on Wings hockey in Hockeytown, I reside in a fertile playground of Southern California where the lovely and gracious Mrs. Rumbear, uh, um, matured. In So Cal, one has a choice of following the Kings or the lesser waterfoul, the DuhUcks. Mrs. R follows the Kings, as do most of our local friends. As such, I have a prime seat on the Kings bandwagon whenever the hometown favorites are not in town....or as in this instance, playing golf during Stanley Cup Finals. It provides piece peace and tranquility on the home front.

Oh sure, there are those awkward moments when the Wings play the Kings. Indeed, the team colors provide an endless source of humor. Like the time at a BBQ when my steak was served raw while the host guffawed about it being red. Jolly Joker. Imagine his surprise when at the next event I burned his steak to just short of being a lump of coal (black) and put a large "K" on it with ketchup and then served it ..... with a steak knife through the middle.  Just good fun.....

So, as young Mr. Cartman is want to say, Go Kings GO!