With the city suddenly paying rapt attention, the Los Angeles Kings, a team in the truest sense of the word, appear ready to rumble as they bid to bring home their first Stanley Cup.
There is no bandwagon. There are no trumpets, no bass drums, no bunting. On this Stanley Cup Final media day, there is only a bunch of guys in black hoodies, scraggly hair, thick beards and chipped smiles. They speak little about themselves. They speak with reverence about the team. In a variety of soft Canadian accents, they speak not about the pressure of the destination, but the wonders of the trip. READ MORE