We helped prove Las Vegas wanted hockey. Apparently, we should have mentioned we wanted to keep attending.
The Riff. October 10, 2026
Before the Knights were the Knights, I put down money to help convince the NHL that Las Vegas wanted a hockey team. Eventually, I had my own address: Section 210. Row E. Seat 3.
I went to pretty much every game for the first three seasons. They called me the mayor of 210. My daughter sang the national anthem. My civic duties included disagreeing with referees and alerting ushers when one jabroni was preparing to fight another.
Then my ticket price kept going up.
The mayor had been priced out of his district.
Now the sellout streak has ended, and I have a few thoughts about tourists, ticket prices, and whether the people who helped bring hockey here can still afford to be part of it.
