Funny story, Kings fans. So we get to the game with our $140 seats up in the rafters. I have worked hard to score these tickets. Section 215, row 5, seats 9 and 10. My friend Jonathan's a Leafs fan (whose last Stanley Cup Finals game was ironically Kings/Habs Game 2 in Montreal in 1993 -- the legendary "McSorely curved stick debacle" that directly led to 19 years of L.A. hockey misery but I digress) but he's not in a jersey and pretty much looking to lay low. I, however, am in my Kings jersey and getting no love whatsoever from anyone except the 40 other Kings fans in the building. The hot, blonde 20-year-old New Jersey girl who is being paid to give out Devils glow sticks won't even give me one. I told her I didn't want one anyway, and I think she actually called me an asshole. Well, we get to our seats and my seat (seat 10) is missing. There's no seat. There's the back of a chair, but no cushioned seat on which to set my meager ass. I am at the Prudential Center in Newark, New Jersey, at a STANLEY CUP FINALS game, and I have no seat. I have a SPACE, but the seat is just not there. Nobody knows where it went. I told the guys behind us I was fine with standing the whole game, but they weren't feeling that plan. So after employing the assistance of the glow stick girl, two rather disinterested ushers and a very busy guest relations man, we got moved down to section 119 and enjoyed an ugly but brilliant Kings OT victory. And, as you can see in the bad iPhotos, I got to sit behind a guy with an NYFD helmet signed by the entire Devils team whose jersey was lettered "LUCIFER" and numbered "666". SO PERFECT! But, as Jonathan opined, it begs the question: "Where the hell did that seat go? They just had a game here five nights ago, no?" Welcome to New Jersey. Hopefully, there will be no Game 5. GO KINGS GO!!!