January 2nd, 2016: The Sacramento Kings, the Utah Jazz, and the Story of the "Battle of Willis Carrier"
Posted: Wed Jul 12, 2017 8:47 pm
As he opened up his private messages, Tani couldn't help but grin from ear to ear as he typed — a grin so far and wide, it almost reached both coasts of the United States.
He submitted his banter via PM. He logged off, and promptly went to bed with a smile on his face, feeling proud of himself.
Fast forward. It's January 2nd, and the final buzzer just sounded. The crowd is slowly filing out of the arena, but Tani, from his VIP booth in the stands, can't help but sulk in silence. He's in a stadium full of fans, but in this booth, at this very moment, he sits alone. He stares down at the court, and then back up at the scoreboard: 130‒99, Jazz. A lone tear falls from his cheek.
He can't help but wonder what would have happened had he chosen not to send that message on that fateful night many moons ago. Did he piss off Digiskunk? Did he awake some sort of monster in the players of the Utah Jazz? Prior to the message, they were but a meager 16‒15 team — how the hell could this have happened to him? He couldn't help but sit and wonder.
After the game, the Utah Jazz celebrated in the locker room. They had champagne, loose women, and VHS copies of Air Bud playing on the television screens. They were so happy to leave the Sacramento Queens sulking in defeat.
"This one's for you, Tani.." Digiskunk said, as he took a sip of his expensive craft beer.
Tani was many things: He was cool, he was collected, and goddamnit he was confident. He was absolutely positive that his team, the Kings of Sacramento, would obliterate his newly-founded rival's, the Utah Jazz. Regardless of the fact that the Kings' record was almost identical to that of the Jazz's, Tani had utmost faith that his boys in purple and black would get the job done. But would they?NOLa. wrote:Mon Jul 10, 2017 6:44 pm On January 02, 1906, Willis Carrier received a patent for the worlds first air conditioner! On January 02, 2016, Im gonna need that AC he invented to cool off after destroying your teams anus
He submitted his banter via PM. He logged off, and promptly went to bed with a smile on his face, feeling proud of himself.
Fast forward. It's January 2nd, and the final buzzer just sounded. The crowd is slowly filing out of the arena, but Tani, from his VIP booth in the stands, can't help but sulk in silence. He's in a stadium full of fans, but in this booth, at this very moment, he sits alone. He stares down at the court, and then back up at the scoreboard: 130‒99, Jazz. A lone tear falls from his cheek.
He can't help but wonder what would have happened had he chosen not to send that message on that fateful night many moons ago. Did he piss off Digiskunk? Did he awake some sort of monster in the players of the Utah Jazz? Prior to the message, they were but a meager 16‒15 team — how the hell could this have happened to him? He couldn't help but sit and wonder.
After the game, the Utah Jazz celebrated in the locker room. They had champagne, loose women, and VHS copies of Air Bud playing on the television screens. They were so happy to leave the Sacramento Queens sulking in defeat.
"This one's for you, Tani.." Digiskunk said, as he took a sip of his expensive craft beer.
That night, a rivalry was born.