Wednesday, April 13, 2011 marked the end of the regular season for the Sacramento Kings.
Boy, what a fitting ending it was.
Their final regular season game came against the arch rivals in the Los Angeles Lakers, at home in what turned out to be a thrilling 20-point come-from-behind fourth quarter.
Say what you will about whether a rivalry existed coming into this game, but each time these two play, the stands and players are filled with venom.
This game wasn't another regular season finale; this may be the regular season finale. It was potentially, I'm sorry, most likely the last game played by the Kings in Sacramento after a 26 year stand.
The emotions were running high as fans, young and old, we shedding tears, shouting their best cheers, along with tossing around jeers.
Everything that looked and felt familiar from years past were present. Sign Lady, cowbells, Kobe Bryant, Phil Jackson and too many Laker fans were encompassed in a sold out arena.
It had the make up of an old school Kings game. And the outcome was almost too fitting.
It was poetic in a way.
The Sacramento Kings final loss was dealt by the team they could never quite get past. They even looked dead in the water, but in true Kings fashion they didn't quit.
And neither did the fans.
Despite the effort which turned into a beautiful run, the Kings still couldn't quite conquer the beast that is the Lakers. If those nine plus minutes of that fourth quarter are the last thing I remember about that Kings, I can't say I'd be bitter.
The truly heartbreaking moment was watching Paul Westphal contain his emotions during the postgame press conference, followed by a teary sign off from long time announcers Jerry Reynolds and Grant Napier.
The general vibe made it seem as if the team was already gone, which nearly cemented the sentiment carried by many, including myself.
Despite the loss, I'm glad the Kings gave me those last few minutes of glory, where the game felt relevant again, where the team looked more like a unit, rather than a group of individuals.
At least Arco Arena was rocking for one last go around. Now, I close this chapter of my life and hope to fill the void that the Maloof brothers will leave behind.
My muse is gone.