By Rich Lindbloom
“We act as though comfort and luxury were the chief requirements of life, when all that we need to make us really happy is something to be enthusiastic about.” – Charles Kingsley
Well now; raise your hand high if you saw that one coming. After Sunday’s disheartening loss, fans trudging towards the exits were heard saying they were not going to waste their money to watch a lost cause in Game 4. Actually it was more like, “F___ it. I’m selling my tickets.” Certainly, the Blackhawk faithful we’re expecting a reenactment of Custer’s Last Stand. While most of us expected a valiant effort, we were somewhat resigned to the fact we would succumb to yet another disastrous third period. Jeff Bartl of Blackhawk Up put it best; “Tuesday nights demolishing of Vancouver in Game four might have been the most fun I’ve had watching something I could not muster excitement for all day.” Our bleak chances were as cold and dismal as spring in the Big Chi.
With Seabs still not sure what team he was on, and Big Bad John in, the lumberjacks from British Columbia were certain to holler “Timber!’ as the defending Stanley Cup Champs went down to an ignominious defeat. Not to mention the considerable consternation as to the debatable decision to play “The Rat.” What could that little pest possibly bring to the ice after over 45 days of inactivity? Hell, Frank Pellico was probably in better shape. As the National Anthems were belted out once again by Jim Cornelison, I noticed something though. Actually I felt it. Read more