I don’t know how it happened but it did.
I dropped the ball on this one.
We’ve been checking things off our list the last couple of months but for some reason I forgot to share … probably weak from all those sleepless nights hopped up on 5-Hour Energy and the will of Jack Bauer pushing me to finish a writing project.
That sort of writing marathon tends to slow you down a bit and you forget to share some cool adventures in the process. I realized we’ve had couple of Sandbox List Adventures since our epic hike to the Batcave and I have yet to post them. But I thought I’d mention this epic experience as it became both a lesson and an adventure rolled up into one, for both my kids.
And the best part?
The lesson and adventure came through sports.
As you all know I’m a Kings fan, always have been since the days of Wayne Gretsky and Luc Robitaille, and I’ve always shared the love for this game with my kids as we cheer them on from the comfort of our couch.
However, even though television is an amazing technological advancement the in-person experience tends to be better, at least with sports. You got the crowd, the vibe, the excitement of seeing players, the game, the organ lady, the team merchandise, the mascot, and the high-fiving with complete strangers when the moment is so spectacular that you bond.
That is sports.
It’s a great thing to experience in person at least once in your life.
And seeing how we had family here from out of town it all seemed to come together.
My kids were going to chant Go Kings Go!
And cheer with intensity and excitement after seeing their first goal.
It would be great. And it was … until it happened.
In the second period.
It seems that The Kings began to trail, and I could see the worry on the face of my kids, my son more so. I could see the doubt and then the sadness begin to creep in. Toward the end of the third period they were trailing 3-6. People started getting up out of their seats and leaving.
“I think The Kings are going to lose,” he said.
“Oh you never know. You gotta wait until the end. Always wait until the end.” I said.
As the two-minute mark hit it happened.
It was 4-6.
The clock kept ticking … and then again.
It was 5-6.
The crowd was going crazy, everyone was screaming and jumping. And you can only imagine what I was looking like.
Hope was in the air, and my son was breathing it in.
Then with less than 30 second left …
The place exploded.
I looked over to my son.
“Never give up, never give up.”
He high-fived me and we cheered with the rest of the fans as we headed into overtime.
In the end The Kings lost 6-7, and the cheers deflated, but that wild comeback was amazing and it was something I hope my son and daughter never forget. He witnessed a Clear Eyes, Full Hearts moment in those last two minutes and it was definitely a Sandbox List Adventure I’d like both of them to remember.