The Chicago Blackhawks Are My Favorite Band

The Chicago Blackhawks are my favorite band

I remember the first time I saw a Misfits T-shirt in the mall. It kind of freaked me out, and as I walked up to the register with it my justification was: “I’m a real fan, who cares where I got it? They’re hard to find...” Little did I know that I would spend the entire day, every day, trying to prove my cred to all the other kids who had 17.50 in their pockets at the mall.

It’s strange how these situations seem to repeat themselves. Unless you’ve been hanging out with Brent Sopel, you know that the Hawks are gaining quite a lot of steam. Attendance is through the roof, we have some of the best young talent in the NHL, free-agents actually consider Chicago a destination instead of a retirement home, and we’re hosting the biggest game in the league right here at Wrigley.

I’m sure you see where I’m going with this.

But, why be pissed off? Don’t you want the team to succeed?

Yeah, jack-ass, I do. That’s why I went to thirty games in 2005-2006, and cheered like I was Jaroslav Spacek’s wife.
Maybe I’m pissed because I go to games and see people screaming, “Shoooooot!” when we don’t even have the puck. Maybe it’s because that same guy is wearing a 200 dollar jersey that I would fight a bear to own. Maybe it’s because when he got up to leave there was ten minutes left in the third. Maybe it’s because this is happening a whole hell of a lot more than I remember. So this is how it’s going to be, the Hawks finally put together a hockey team and I don’t get to go to games anymore because the pub crawl for the night ends at the UC and tickets are sold out.

I know that one hand washes the other and that this increase in ticket sales is going to put a better team on the ice, but it also got Denis fired. Sure, say what you will about his coaching, but he had heart and bled Blackhawks, and he was canned (in amateur fashion) four games into the season as to not affect season ticket sales. This makes me want to rescind my commitment ‘to the Indian’.

Yes, I know it’s totally juvenile.

No, I’m not going to be any less of a lunatic fan.

But, dude, how do you not know the lead singer’s name is Danzig?