When I woke up this morning I was going to fire off a tweet about Game 7 because I got my days crossed up. I did a google search for a “Stanley Cup gif” and basically every other image that popped up was Blackhawks related. All different players, years, moments. Memories so thick you had to brush them away from your face. I sometimes get tunnel vision on this blog about the current state of affairs which has been a failure and disappointment in management since 2015. It’s easy to get bogged down and depressed watching Boston-STL in the Final, but wow was it great to be a Hawks fan.
Taking a step back though, we have had it SOOOOO good here in Chicago. Incredible players, entertaining players, big personalities, guys who can play any way you, and just seemingly endless memories. We here in Chicago have had an ABUNDANCE of riches. Unspeakably blessed. And, more than that, it happened at the best possible time. If you’re reading this blog, you’re probably around my age. You remember a time when it was nearly impossible to be a hockey fan in Chicago. No games on tv, stars being traded and run out of town, and years of teams that were so bad that you didn’t even really miss much by them not being on TV. Then, all of sudden, the team was back on tv, and not just TV but HDTV, and the team had dynamic stars, and POOF a Dynasty popped up so fast that the city wasn’t even really ready for it. For us in our early 30s, the 20s, the best years of your life to be young, drunk, and running around Chicago were time stamped by watch parties on rooftops for playoff games and parades. No responsibilities, total immunity from hangovers, and a job that you didn’t really care about. When you’re in your 20s you’re allowed to have a sports team be your number one priority. The Blackhawks gave of 6 years of unmatched springtime joy where we could go out, get drinks with our friends, watch the game until 3am if needed, and wake up at 6am to get ready to go to work. Rinse and repeat.
Which is probably why the current state of the Hawks stings so much. We long for those carefree summer nights, living and dying with every goal. A time before serious bills, a time before everyone grew up and priorities shifted. We want the Hawks to be great, we want the fun, we want the distractions. It doesn’t have to be “over”, but that run will never quite be the same because we can’t experience it the same way again. Hit play, and relive the beer and champagne soaked memories from 2009 to 2015.