i was in college at the time. Went with a buddy of mine and it was the single greatest experience at a hockey game in my life. Absolute pandemonium. I remember the next day going to classes and kings fans were coming out of the woodwork wearing their jerseys to class. So many high fives were had...
I'll never forget that night. It was pure magic.
The number one thing I remember about that evening was that even though we were down 3-0 with 6 minutes left, no one had left the building.
When the Kings scored the first goal, you could feel the excitement inside Staples building. When we scored the second goal, the place went absolutely bersek, and the Red Wings were on their heels. All of a sudden the Mighty Red Wings looked very feeble, and quite frankly, overwhelmed.
When we tied it up, that was the loudest sound I've ever heard in my life. Every Kings fan in that building was on their feet screaming at the top of their lungs.
At that point, it seemed inevitable we were winning in overtime. And we did.
I'm a pretty big guy, but another Kings fan actually picked me up and was carrying me around.
The madness spilled outside on to Figueroa, where somehow, some way, I was leading an impromptu parade down the street.
When I got to work the next morning, my employees said they saw me on TV leading the parade. I couldn't stop smiling for a week.
Many people don't believe me when I say this was bigger than The Miracle on Manchester. I was fortunate enough to be at both games, but The Frenzy on Figueroa was so improbable and happened so fast, I think it tops The Miracle.
And the look on the Red Wings faces was priceless:
"What the hell just happened?"