My older bro came into town last weekend so we decided to go do some beach camping for a couple of nights. On Night #2 we got an additional visitor, my older cousin who happens to be a Ducks fan....the lone duck fan among 5 or 6 Kings fans. Anyhow, we are camping right on the beach and having a good time with beers and drinks and etc etc. Anyhow, as the evening gets later, my cousin gets a bit more boisterous and starts telling us stories of when he was serving time in jail, and some of the jailhouse traditions that were very, very amusing and not for the faint hearted. Anyhow, hes getting loud and dropping F bombs and finally around 12:30 someone in the other site asks from their tent "Can you guys please go to sleep?" It was late, we were all drinking, so I was good with it and totally understood so called it a night.
The next morning we wake up, and see the same neighbors who chastised us for being loud-had Ducks stickers on their cars and the guys were all wearing Ducks hats. So we started laughing at the notion that the loudest, crudest, guy keeping them from their beauty sleep....was actually the one Duck Fan in our group. So the neighbors left for a bit and as we were packing up and ready to head out, I found the wood hockey stick I used to poke the fire and move logs etc etc, and with the charred end we then proceeded to write "GO KINGS GO" in as big of letters possible on the middle of their campsite.
Good times. Stanley Cups Rule...so does camping.