Coming into this game, I’ve got to admit, this is the most apathetic I’ve ever been about a Kings 5-game losing streak.

Between the holidays, doing some traveling, and witnessing the absolutely dominant potential the Kings had already shown flashes of this season, I just couldn’t find it in me to be too mad about the way we’d been slapped around to end 2013.

Now, you have to understand, this is a huge change for me. I used to essentially let the Kings’ recent record dictate my day-to-day mood… which is a hilariously dangerous way to live your life whenever the contour of the Kings’ fortunes doesn’t align with your own. I have been spotted at nieces’ birthday parties standing by a tree with a flask in my hand, muttering “Cloutier…” distractedly. And on those precious times in Kings history when I have been afforded reason to celebrate, nothing could deflate my mood. I would whistle “Yakety Sax” during the graphic ASPCA puppy shelter commercials.

This season, though, I’ve just had this feeling of (unmedicated) calmness. I don’t know whether it’s Sutter’s cowboy Confucianism rubbing off on me, faith in our players and staff, or simply the lingering effects of the full-body dopamine piñata that exploded on June 11 2012, but I had a feeling that the spark to re-ignite the Kings’ overall impressive season was just around the corner.



And then…

me too, lol






You bet your sweet ass he did.


Tufficult out.

-King Tufficult (@KingTufficult)

As a child, King Tufficult liked to hang out at Iceoplex to watch his dad’s summer skating group that included many gloriously mulleted individuals. Some of the people attached to those mullets played for the early 90′s LA Kings. It was destiny. Since then, King Tufficult is best known for extensively traveling in Europe during the Cup Finals and writing “The Post” after Game 6 of the 2014 WCF. If you're a glutton for punishment, you can follow King Tufficult on Twitter @KingTufficult.