Author Archives: Rich Lindbloom

Lindbloom’s View: Asserting dominance and bitter pills

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By the shores of the mighty Mississippi
where the “hawk wind” blows so cold
an old Blues fan lay dyingv
in his midnight hour that tolled Read more »

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Lindbloom’s View: Intimidation

Lindbloom_2013Dec07_Dale“Antoine Roussel got nothing on me”

Here is the instance, here is Antoine Roussel.  Here is the reason why I will call no mortal hockey player happy. – Sophocles

By Rich Lindbloom

While driving home from work Tuesday night on the tollway, it appeared I was being passed by the reincarnation of “The Intimidator,” Dale Earnhardt. I was doing 70 mph and saw this car zig-zagging through heavy traffic in my rear view mirror. As he flew by me, (in the right lane of course), he found two narrow openings. No doubt, he shaved 5 to 10 minutes of his commute home that evening. His driving was breathtaking, on the edge, and inches from death. Momentarily, I entertained the notion of ramming him, much like the Blackhawks’ attitude towards the #21 car on Dallas last Tuesday. Read more »

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Lindbloom’s View: Road Stories

Lindbloom_TreeHigher_2013Dec02                                                 “I want to take you higher”
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By Rich Lindbloom

About 20 years ago, our friend, and town undertaker, suggested to my wife that I put lights on the pine tree in our front yard. At that time the tree was about even with the roof of our house. Now, I’m not sure Mike had the wherewithal to anticipate that I would be climbing up the center of that tree for the last 20 years to add and replace strands of C-9 bulbs – however the thought of subterfuge entered my mind while I hung on for dear life this year. (Reluctantly, last year I had to finally acquiesce and replace the C-9 bulbs with C-7′s so the circuits would quit blowing in the house.) Were Mike and my better half in cahoots?  Read more »

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Lindbloom’s View: Attack of the Mustard Men

Lindbloom_Img01_2013Nov21“My dog died yesterday and left me all alone.
The finance company stopped by and repossessed my home.
But that’s just a drop in the bucket babe, compared to losing you,
and I’m down to seeds and stems again too.
Got them down to seeds and stems again blues.”
– Commander Cody

By Rich Lindbloom

After the Nashville game last Saturday, I started to ponder the meaning of life. Losing to the Predators has that kind of effect on me – I doubt even the brain addling effects of alcohol could have helped me. Instead of resorting to “oh demon alcohol,” I started Googling “meaning of life quotes,” cementing my depression. It seems most philosophers, as Kahlil Gibran once suggested, suffer from indigestion. I’m pretty sure I would have had a much better time if I had gone to Gonna Drinken 3 at Galway Bar with Hockeenight’s brain trust. (What’s the meaning of life – Fart!) Somehow, I think you get vastly different takes on the meaning of life depending on your sobriety. Stick tap to the boys for raising money for the wounded veterans. Read more »

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Lindbloom’s View: Brace Yourself

BareTrees_FleetwoodMac_cover“Bare trees, grey light
Oh yeah it was a cold night
Bare trees, grey light” – Danny Kirwan

By Rich Lindbloom

While walking the dogs the other day, I came across a neighbor who was taking his dog for an evening romp. We exchanged pleasantries and then he said something that really made me laugh; “I can’t wait until Spring,” he said in between a shiver. “Ha! Leo, don’t hold your breath on that one,” I replied with a huge smile on my face. For heaven’s sake, half the leaves were still on the trees! In Leo’s case, I guess there’s a case to be made for hibernation. Read more »

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Lindbloom’s View: A hustle here, A hustle there

By Rich Lindbloom

“To go boldly, where no man has gone before.” –Captain Kirk, Commander of the Starship Enterprise

It was sometime around 15 years ago when I worked up the courage to get my first body massage. It was sort of a Captain Kirk moment.

My better half, Nathalie and I were at the American Club in Wisconsin for a two day get away after Thanksgiving. It was a super deal, about half the price one would pay in high season at this first class resort. We went with a few friends and had a wonderful time. Before we headed for dinner on the first night, Nathalie suggested we schedule a massage after our workout the next morning. Read more »

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Lindbloom’s View: It’s So Hard to Say Goodbye….

CowboysEatMaypo_Lindbloom_2013_1009“Cowboys eat Maypo.” – Marky’s dad

By Rich Lindbloom

I’m going to take a wild guess and assume most of you have never heard of Maypo. It was a maple flavored, hot oat cereal from the 1950’s.

Initially, the cereal was not making any inroads into the cereal market. However, after a heavy advertising blitz featuring Marky Maypo, the cereal saw an increase in sales of 78%!  I googled the commercial just for the heck of it the other day, still finding it highly entertaining. The fact that I can recall the famous shouts of Marky, (“I want my Maypo!”) as his dad wolfs down his cereal, is proof of its effectiveness. (or a sign of me watching way too much TV as a kid.) Read more »

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Lindbloom’s View: Wild Things

Lindbloom_2013Jun28_ThinLizzy“Cuz we was fighting”

By Rich Lindbloom

After watching an hour of the post-game show after the Hawks scintillating Game Five triumph, I was fortunate enough to hear the Thin Lizzy song, Fighting My Way Back on the way home. I had no choice but to crank it up a notch, or three. It seemed to be a good description of the battle that took place at the United Center. Battered and bruised, torn and frayed –“fighting” for the Cup – quite simply, there is no other way. Read more »

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Lindbloom’s View: The long way to Tipperary

image001(2)Kruger takes a breather

[Editor’s note: Rich submitted this piece prior to Game 5 on Saturday, but for a variety of reasons, it could not be posted until now.  So, while reading, keep in mind that it was written as a lead-in to the Hawks 3-1 win over the Bruins on Saturday night.]

“Paddy wrote a letter to his Irish Molly O saying,

“Should you not receive it,”
Write and let me know!

It’s a long way to Tipperary,
It’s a long way to go,
It’s a long way to Tipperary,
To the sweetest girl I know.” – Jack Judge

By Rich Lindbloom

It’s also a long, long way to Michigan City – more on that later – suffice it to say it could be the difference between hoisting the Cup or swinging golf club.

Really, nothing more needs to be said about Game Four than Forklift’s concise description “Six biscuits in the basket.” I believe the over/under bet was shattered on Wednesday by the combined efforts of Bruins, the Hawks and of course, the curiouser and curiouser calls of the referee’s who I’m pretty sure would feel quite at home in Wonderland. While on the topic of betting, in a way I was hoping the Hawks lost last night. Then, the following story would have had an even greater salubrious effect on what might have appeared to be a hopeless situation had we gone down 1-3 to the bombastic B’s. It’s the true tale of a former boss, Bill, and a bloke named Tom from Tipperary. It involves never giving up no matter how insurmountable the odds, making crazy wagers while dangling the dinghy and consuming to much aqua vitae. In Wild (snap hook) Bill’s words: Read more »

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Lindbloom’s View: Taking Care of Business

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By Rich Lindbloom

Back in the early 70’s, I used to work on my tan in the backyard. I’ve always found it very hard to just lay there and bake – I remember a friend once saying he could lay out for about five minutes and then it’s “OK, what’s next!” To while away the time while working on transforming myself into a bronze Adonis, I’d often read. A favorite pastime was setting up a chessboard and studying chess openings from the over 1,000 page book of The Theory of Chess Openings.

As I headed out to the back yard one day after greasing up with the Coppertone, I saw a book on hockey that my sisters had just finished reading. Bored (actually confused) with trying to figure out what a Grandmaster was saying about the Caro-Khan Opening, I grabbed the book and headed for the lounge chair. Read more »

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