The Russian

So I can blog about going to the Kings game last night. They lost. Again. It was ugly. Really ugly. I can blog about this frequent unhappy event. Or I can blog about something happy.

Like the Russian.

Towards the end of last season, there was a lone guy who sat in the back row of Section 313 at Staples Center. The accented guy would get drunk, then try to get the crowd to chant with him. Soccer-style chants that would barely make sense. Such as-

"We... Need... A Goals! We... Need... A Goals!"
"los-AN-guh-LES! (clapclap - clapclap) los-AN-guh-LES! (clapclap - clapclap)"

And the most confusing one-

"This is our city!
This is our town!
No one's going to beat us!
And we're gonna win!"

As you can see, the chants aren't catchy and they're horribly awkward. He'd start his chant, everyone in earshot would look at each other and try to figure out what he was saying, and then laugh.

But through pure force of his personality, the guy show developed a following of loyal fans in that part of the arena. At games when he's there, people always egg him on to start his crazy chants, then join him in some good spirited chanting. You can see him in the back row of Section 313 - either leading chants or trying to hit on a fine lady.

Anyways, I just have to give some props to the Russian. I can blog about how bad the hockey is on the ice... or blog about how funny the drunken chants are off the ice. I much prefer the latter.

Go Kings go.