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Lindbloom’s View: Still Amazing After All These Years

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Labyrinth – A place constructed of or full of intricate passageways and blind alleys;
Something extremely complex or tortuous in structure, arrangement, or character.

By Rich Lindbloom

The partial definition of the word “labyrinth” above would seem to be an apt description of the NHL Playoffs. Actually, life resembles a labyrinth if you stop to think about it. Sometimes I think my life is more about not falling through the gaping holes looking to swallow me up around every bend, then getting to the finish line. Heck, maybe heaven is the place where we find out we no longer have to worry about stumbling into the traps set along the path of life. Hell, for me at least, would be trying to guide the ball past holes 10 and 11 for eternity. Sort of like Sisyphus trying to get that boulder to the top of the hill, only to see it come tumbling down, again and again.  Read more »

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Lindbloom’s View: Sparks

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“We welcome passion, for the mind is briefly let off duty.” – Mignon McLughlin

By Rich Lindbloom

In 1979 Graham Parker recorded his album, Squeezing out Sparks. The album contained one of “them” songs, you know, the songs that you are compelled to turn up the volume 3 to 4 notches. If you’re really bold, and no one else is in the car with you, you might even try to sing along. One of the lines in the song Passion Is No Ordinary Word reminds me those moments in life, whether victorious or in defeat, where passion rules the day;

“Passion is no ordinary word ain’t manufactured or just another sound that you hear at night.”

Certainly, what we are passionate about in life takes on many forms. Read more »

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Lindbloom’s View: Honey, Don’t Ask

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Q-dawg, riding that horse hard
“Quit whining or I’ll put you in for Rozsival”

“I ain’t much for mowing grass
I’m too slow for working too fast
I don’t do windows, so honey don’t ask
But I’m pretty good at drinkin’ beer.” – Billy Currington

By Rich Lindbloom

I heard the song Pretty Good at Drinkin’ Beer while driving to work this week. Billy Currington sings about all the things he’s not too good at, (basically anything involving work), but ends each stanza by singing, “but I’m pretty good at drinkin’ beer.” I had to admire Billy in a way; life just seemed to make sense to him. It made me smile, perhaps it hit too close to home. Leave it to the country bumpkins, and I think you know who you are, to summarize a portion of my suds soaked life. C’mon y’all, you know we ain’t worth a plug nickel after a few beers. Read more »

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Lindbloom’s View: Darlin’ Corey

Lindbloom_Top_20150418On Gorging Ourselves and Sad Country Songs

“Oh where have you gone darlin’ Cory
With a dram glass in your hand
She’s a drinking away all her troubles
And a courtin’ some other man..”  Doc Watson

By Rich Lindbloom

Before I get into the actual meat of this piece, I wanted to describe an image that came to me while getting ready for the two games per night, every night, during Round One of the NHL Playoffs. I love this round the most, because it is basically non-stop, balls out, hockey for almost two weeks. Getting to watch the third period of the Blues vs. Wild on Saturday afternoon almost made me forget about Friday night’s debacle. Damn the Wild look formidable. The Rangers/Penguins game is turning out to be a good old fashioned barn burner as I type this. Lundqvist just let in his fourth goal – is it time for a goalie controversy in New York? Anybody see the line dance in Vancouver last night? As I finish this up I’m watching taking periodic glances at the Jets/Ducks game, which closer resembles a bowling game. Read more »

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Lindbloom’s View: Forks in the Road to Stanley

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“Walking down that lonesome road
Fly with me on fire,
Lookin’ for that windy place
Searchin’ ever higher.
High upon a mountain top
Fortress thick and bonded,
Thoughts about a brighter day together in the sun.” – Jorma Kaukonen

By Rich Lindbloom

So it is, the Blackhawks begin their assault on the Mount Stanley, on the road against the hated Nashville Predators. (Actually, there’s never been a lot of hate between these two teams – but with it being playoff season and all it’s time to ratchet up the antipathy!) The truth of the matter is there are no easy roads to eventually hoisting the Cup. That road is littered with potholes, speed bumps, detours and bad calls by the refs. As Al Michaels so brilliantly noted, get ready “to die a thousand deaths” Hawk fans.  Hell, even making the playoffs is an arduous process; seldom is that road a straight line! Whoever will be left standing, “high upon a mountain top,” at the end of the long and winding road, will not be playing on cruise control. As my dad used to say before all eleven of us would pile into the Chrysler station wagon, make sure you go to the bathroom before we leave, because we’re not stopping! (i.e. they’ll be no stopping to visit Mrs. Murphy) Read more »

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Lindbloom’s View: The Dew Drop In

Lindbloom_DewDropInThe Many (Ugly) Faces of St. Louis Blues Hockey

“Now the last I wanted was to get into a fight
in Jackson Mississippi on a Saturday night
especially when there was three of them and only one of me.” – Charlie Daniels
(From the song UneOasy Rider – many of you will know it as The Do Drop Inn)

By Rich Lindbloom

I’m not sure two games with those hated rivals, the St Louis Blues, is just what the doctor ordered as we head into the playoffs. Let’s just say there’s always a possibility of a full blown donnybrook breaking out when these two bitter rivals meet. Sometimes it’s on the ice, sometimes it’s in the stands.

My friend Bobby went to a Blues vs. Hawks game a few months after the 1984 NLCS game, where Leon Durham miss played a sharply hit ground ball. In ABC announcer Don Drysdale’s words, “Ground ball hit to Durham…RIGHT THROUGH HIS LEGS…we’re tied at three.” Bobby was attending the game with a friend and their two dates, politely applauding the righteous Blackhawks efforts that evening. Some knucklehead Blues fan kept repeating Drysdale’s words, in a obvious attempt to stir things up. Read more »

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Lindbloom’s View: Miss P and the Darlings

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By Rich Lindbloom

There are rare moments in life when the stars align, those nights when you fill those inside straights. Remember Patrick Kane’s hat trick in Game 6 against Vancouver on May 11, 2009 – that’s what I’m talking about! PK, my main dawg. It helped seal a wild, 7-5 victory over the vile, loathsome, hated Canucks in the waning moments of the third period.

Kaner scooped the puck up along the left boards and headed unimpeded towards Lu’s net. Kane rifled a wicked back hander over Luongo’s right shoulder to vault the Hawks into the Conference Finals against another group of mutts, the Wings. That game would probably rank third on my all-time favorite list, just behind “The Edmonton” game on Dec 23, 2007, and the first game I ever went to back in the early 60’s against the Leafs.

While not on par with the aforementioned games, Monday’s game at the United Center, against a desperate LA King squad, was one of those that send you home smiling. Read more »

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Lindbloom’s View: On Questions and Gimmees

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By Rich Lindbloom

The gimmee in golf is often described as an uneasy agreement between hackers who have no clue what to do when grasping the magic wand. Many golfers take issue with this stroke shaving device, calling it a blatant bastardization of the rules of golf. They would claim you’re making a mockery of the game. I suppose it is hard to honestly say you shot an 89 if you’ve “picked up” 3 or 4, two footers in a round. Always with the caveat of course that you’re just trying to speed up play or you “know” you could make it.

Some golfers feel no compunction when given the opportunity to avoid stressing over a putt that is often times “outside the leather.” My friend Ken could drive the ball a country mile. Like many long ball hitters though, putting was not Ken’s forte. Although many golfers struggle with their conscious a bit when accepting a gimmee, I remember one of my friends once saying, “You never have to tell Herme twice to pick a putt up.” The truth is the ball would be in his pocket before you finished the phrase, “That’s good.” With a big smile on his face! Read more »

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Lindbloom’s View: Flying on Dirty Boulevard

Lindbloom_2015Mar21_pic1New York, New York – A Tale of Two Teams

“Give me your hungry, your tired your poor I’ll piss on them
that’s what the Statue of Bigotry says
Your poor huddled masses, let’s club ‘em to death
and get it over with, and just dump ‘em on the boulevard.” – Lou Reed

By Rich Lindbloom

Chicago has had the moniker, “Second City” for as long as I can remember. Following is an excerpt from Wikipedia that describes some possible originations for the always second best label:

“Second City:

For decades, Chicago was second to New York in city population rankings and New Yorker magazine writer Abbott J. Liebling used the term as a title for his 1950s tongue-in-cheek book titled, Chicago: The Second City. The book was not well received. Today, Chicago is actually the third largest city in the United States following New York and Los Angeles. Read more »

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Lindbloom’s View: Puzzling even for a Puzzler

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“The world is not respectable; it is mortal, tormented, confused, deluded forever; but it is shot through with beauty, with love, with glints of courage and laughter; and in these, the spirit blooms timidly, and struggles to the light amid the thorns.” – George Santayana.

By Rich Lindbloom

Am I the only one who gets goose bumps when I read a quote like Santayana’s? It seemed to be a snapshot of the Blackhawk season this year. And to think many of you thought I possess no more knowledge than, “Hit Someone.” I’m not sure even most of the intelligentsia in the 100 section can digest that run-on-ish sentence! I guess if you’re a philosopher you can get away with that stuff.

For those of you who need help digesting such a heavy thought, allow me to interpret it for you; the good news is it’s rather apparent the Blackhawks have not peaked too early. In fact, were pretty tangled up in those nasty thorns.  Read more »

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