People love to bitch.

Especially Kings fans. I write one negative thing about the Kings and I get dirty emails, dirty calls and hurtful glares (then again those glares might be because I constantly wear my neat “F*ck the World” T-shirt.)

One time I was stopped in the bathroom of a bar because some dude recognized me from my column and wanted to discuss why I was “hatin’ on Mike Bibby.”

The urinal certainly wasn’t the proper setting to break out into “crazy Jimmy argue mode,” but this surely is the forum — the place where my word is the only word.

People care more about the Kings than they do anything related to Sacramento State.

So that’s why for my last column of the year, while the rest of The State Hornet is writing about graduation or putting together a year in review, I want to say thank you to Sacramento and give you what you want — you stupid fans.I hate the Kings; it’s my religion.

The bottom line is a sad one — but one I will admit to: I’m a Warriors fan. It’s a tough life to lead, but it’s one I have come to accept.

There is a beauty found within the prickly dead rose that is being a Golden State fan. My relationship with the Warriors is an open one. Come spring time, I’m free to see to see any other team I want. This year I’m rooting for the Timberwolves, the Spurs, the Lakers and any Eastern Conference team, if it comes to that.

Sitting at the bar in the University Union’s Hive on Monday night, watching Stojakovic miss a last-second shot in a loss to the Wolves, I couldn’t help but jump out of my seat in triumph.

A couple guys to my left looked over to me with befuddled faces to what was happening, why I was acting that way.

“He’s a Warriors fan,” my buddy told them.

They looked over with those same perplexed looks again.

“Stu,” I told my buddy. “They don’t even understand who or what the Warriors are.”

And I don’t think it was too farfetched. These guys simply lacked an understanding of the NBA outside of their local heroes.

There is an elite faction of Kings fans out there who understand the struggle. They witnessed losing season after losing season. They understand the game and they deserve everything that those crazy little purple dressed guys can bring them.

However, they are drowned out by an even larger, much louder and obnoxious new wave of Kings fans who just drive me crazy. They don’t understand the game, its history or where their team fits into everything — although they might think they’re old school by throwing out names like Mitch Richmond.

You want old school? Come talk to me about Clifford Rozier or Ronny Seikaly.So here’s a quick lesson for you Kings fans: There is only one NBA Championship that belongs to Northern California, and the trophy sits in the heart of Oakland.

Jimmy Spencer can be emailed at [email protected]