So, I finally made it out to Staples Center with my daughter for what has become an annual Daddy-Daughter Date at a hockey game. Last year, we made it out to a Ducks Roast. This season just "happened" to coincide with the NHL debut of one of the Kings most heralded rookies, Jack Johnson.

Now keep in mind, my daughter is three, so all the hullabaloo was sort of lost on her. When we made our way down to the glass for the pre-game skate, I turned it into a learning experience, pointing out numbers. After a while, she was pointing them out herself. But she really only knows one through ten really well, and is sort of sporadic after 12. When Johnson skated by, she made the observation about his number.

"Daddy, why does he have two 3s?"

"Well baby, that is because that's the number 33."

"But that guy over there has one 3. Right, Daddy?"

"That's true, honey. 3 and 33 are different numbers."

"Well, I think the guy with furty-free is better, because he has two 3s on his shirt. And I'm three."

"Yes you are, sweetie."

We made our way up to the nosebleeds, just below where I usually update the blog at Staples. With a large popcorn in one arm and a water in the other, she really was more into cramming kernels down her gullet. I just smiled, and made sure she was having a good time.

When they announced the starting lineups, I had a sneaking suspicion what to expect, so I recorded it with my digital camera. It may sound a little tinny, but that's because I have to shrink it down in size.

The whole place erupted, and even my daughter was into it.

"Go furty-free!"

I didn't really get a chance to really analyze the game, since I was having a blast eating popcorn with my princess. However, I did record the game, so I'm going to try and watch and write up a recap of Jack's first game.