started riding my bike for health during a weight loss competition that I was in.
was filled with a lot of nervous energy watching the Kings play the
Vancouver Canucks in the first round again, and blowing off steam on my
bike seemed to work.
Like many other fans, I have a lot of old
Kings garb. I would always make it a point to wear something when I rode, as
sort of a way to represent the team while I hauled my fat ass up on my
Very often, other cyclers would be wearing
their team of choice, be it the Lakers or Dodgers or USC. Usually, these
fans also wear old, well-worn items representing their respective
teams. Invariably, these things would be touting championships.
of the time, I’ll see title stuff from the Lakers, as well as USC’s
National Champion shirts and Angels World Series shirts. (Amazingly, I
haven’t come across a Ducks shirt yet, which is surprising considering
how close I live to Orange County.) I even saw someone wearing an old
Laker shirt from 1987, with caricatures of Kareem, Magic and Pat Riley
barely visible after years of wear.
As I would pass other fans on the bike paths,
wearing my old Kings gear, I would get fleeting smirks and condescending
glances from them. But I didn’t care. This team, these playoffs
felt different. Maybe it was the nervous energy that kept me riding, or
maybe it was superstition. All I knew is before I knew it, it became a
When the Kings knocked off the President’s Trophy-winning
Canucks, riding on game day became a must. I took it as a superstition. A healthy superstition. And as the team progressed
farther, I started to ride further. Toward the Stanley Cup Finals, I was
making it down to the beach, heading deeper into Orange County.
Slowly, I started seeing newly-pressed LA Kings shirts on other bike riders. It
was bizarre, but not unheard of. Everyone loves a winner in L.A.
the Kings defeated the Coyotes to the Finals, I was riding every
morning. I was so nervous, I needed to blow off that anxiety. I also made the decision to try and make it to one game. Just
one. I wanted to say I was there. So, thanks to the help of a good
friend, I secured tickets to Game 4.
Turns out, the Kings were on
the verge of sweeping the Devils, and Game 4 tickets were at a premium.
I remember riding down to the beach on Game Day, and I saw Kings swag
everywhere. It felt incredible. It felt as if Southern California was willing the Kings to win.
atmosphere was incredible outside Staples that night. Hundreds of
people were milling around L.A. Live, all clamoring for a ticket. My
buddy and I sidestepped the crazies and made our way inside. The
electricity prior to the faceoff was amazing, as fans were waving their
light tubes in unison and cheering wildly.
However, the Kings
lost Game 4 and I found myself shrugging my shoulders and thinking to
myself: “Figures.” There were three games left, and the Kings only
needed one win. But, as we all know, it’s the last win that is always
Game 5 came and went with another Devils victory,
and all the scenarios were running through my head as I rode my bike. As
I was at dinner, I got a text from my friend Ben that seemed too
good to be true.
“Matt, I have tickets to Game 6. Interested?”
next morning, I was still in a state of shock. As I was riding down the
Bolsa Chica boardwalk, I did something I never do.
walked my bike across the sand to an empty lifeguard tower. My mind was
racing and I needed some perspective. As I have done many times in the
past, I stared out at the relentless surf pounding the shore, a calm
washed over me. Out went 25 years of doubt and uncertainty. I remember
thinking to myself: “You are going to Game 6 and you will see the Kings
win the Stanley Cup.”
As we all know now, the Kings had a huge
first period. I have NEVER seen Staples more raucous. And when the clock
counted down the final ten seconds, it seemed as if the frustrations
from 47 years were finally exorcised. The Kings had won the Cup.
I now can understand and appreciate the feeling of rooting for a true champion.
Even though I don’t play on the ice, I feel an overwhelming sense of
pride for the players and my fellow fans.
Now I ride my bike not just to burn off my nervous energy, but for fun. I bought my own championship hat, which I wear during my
rides. And instead of getting smirks or head shakes from Laker fans or Trojan fans or Angel fans, I
now get respectful head nods.