Tag Archives: Rich Lindbloom

Lindbloom’s View: Fanfare for the Common Man

Lindbloom_top_20150703Remember man, that you are dust…

“A year has come ‘n’ gone since we heard the news ’bout Billie Joe
Brother married Becky Thompson, they bought a store in Tupelo
There was a virus going ’round, Papa caught it and died last Spring
And now Mama doesn’t seem to wanna do much of anything
And me, I spend a lot of time pickin’ flowers up on Choctaw Ridge
And drop them into the muddy water off the Tallahatchie Bridge.” – Bobbie Gentry 

By Rich Lindbloom

Passing through the back roads of Mississippi last week, I noticed an old abandoned grocery store. With all the talk of a “Blackhawk Dynasty” being bantered about, the dilapidated grocery store stood in stark contrast to the holy anointing of the Blackhawks. I’m sure that little mom and pop place named C L Prather Grocery, also had its day in the sun.  Read more »


Lindbloom’s View: Find a Way

Lindbloom_Top_Buchanan_20150613“I’m gonna show you, I’m gonna give it to you.”

“Never let your head hang down.
Never give up and sit down and grieve.
Find another way.
And don’t pray when it rains if you don’t pray when the sun shines.”
Satchel Paige

By Rich Lindbloom

This post season has left me in a pensive mood while contemplating the ascendance of new stars and decline of old heroes.

I guess I could take some solace in that while yesterday’s hockey dynasty’s, like the Bruins and Kings, are watching this year’s playoffs from the sideline, the Hawks are in the Stanley Cup Final. Yet, it seems there are some chinks in the armor; there have been times in this season I’m overcome with a sense of the beginning of the end. One of the greatest guitarists most of you have never heard of, Roy Buchanan, has a song called The Circle that reminds me of the mercurial nature of success. I believe the lyrics are basically saying “what goes up, must come down.” Read more »


Lindbloom’s View: The Music Hasn’t Stopped


“Out of difficulties grow miracles.” – Jean de la Bruyere

By Rich Lindbloom

Miracling is a term associated with Dead Heads who would follow the band from city to city, hoping to score a ticket. I never did quite get it until I saw my first Grateful Dead show on 7/8/1995.  The show they performed the next night would be the last gig they ever played together. According to Dead Heads I talked to about the show, they said it was a bit of a disappointment. Jerry Garcia was struggling with health issues at the time and was apparently not on the top of his game. Much like our Blackhawks, he was “Going down the road feeling bad, bad luck is all I’ve ever had…” (After the Lightning’s victories in Game’s Two and Three, it would appear the Hawks will need a miracle to overcome the suddenly unbeatable Bolts.) Read more »


Lindbloom’s View: The Magnificent Struggle

Lindbloom_top_Warriors_2015May30The Warriors

“What counts in sports is not victory, but the magnificence of the struggle.” – Joe Paterno

By Rich Lindbloom

Is there a more magnificent struggle in sports than Game Seven in a NHL playoff series? Is the thrill of victory, or the agony of defeat ever more clearly defined?

The intensity, danger and will to survive reminded me of the 1979 movie The Warriors. The Cliff Note’s version of the movie is a gang called The Warriors gets stuck on the wrong side of town and has to pass through a lot of enemy turf to make it back to Coney Island. They have run ins with the Turnbull AC’s, The Orphans, the police, the Baseball Furies, the all-female gang called The Lizzies not sure if they were Thin or not, The Punks, all the while trying to dodge some very pissed off Riffs. As the female DJ who is tracking their progress through the “city streets that aren’t so pretty” notes, “Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide.”  A quick glance at the picture above will give you a good idea of their struggle blending, as they tried to make their way back to safety. I’m pretty sure the dude on the left with the hat and the bat is not looking for a baseball game. I think his name was Vermin’. Read more »


Lindbloom’s View: A Fighter’s Stance

Lindbloom_top_20150527June 9, 1978 

In the clearing stands a boxer,
And a fighter by his trade
And he carries the reminders
Of ev’ry glove that laid him down
And cut him till he cried out
In his anger and his shame
“I am leaving, I am leaving”
But the fighter still remains – Paul Simon

By Rich Lindbloom

Something dawned on me as I watched the post-game interviews after Saturday’s thrilling, if not discombobulated, victory over Ducks.

Toews, Kane and Crawford all appeared to be exhausted, almost zombie like as reporters peppered them with questions. Although they won the thrilling overtime game, their countenance and words belied a group of warriors who were physically and mentally exhausted. The core group of this Blackhawk team is playing in their fifth Conference Finals in seven years. The Hawks are well aware of the self-sacrifice it takes to advance to the Stanley Cup Finals – it’s akin to climbing Mt. Everest without oxygen. (Keith could probably do it, and Toews would die trying no doubt.) Herculean efforts, battling through pain, taking themselves “to the limit one more time,” is a steep price to pay through one deep Stanley Cup run, let alone five.  Read more »


Lindbloom’s View: Oh, How Can I Explain?

Lindbloom_Rorschach_Top150523A Rorschach Test

Dale Arden: “Flash, Flash, I love you, but we only have 14 hours to save the earth.”

By Rich Lindbloom

The Rorschach Test, developed by Swiss psychologist Hermann Rorschach, involved the complex analysis of ten ink spot images that patients were to look at and record what they saw.


I took one psychology class in college. I remember recognizing in myself many of the personality traits and not being too happy with the results. I quickly suppressed all the phobias, before I became a neurotic mess. If there are any psychologists out there, please let me know what you think of my answers to the 10 cards; 1. Satan, perhaps Corey Perry, 2. a mountain goat or clown, 3. The Joker, 4. a guy riding a motorcycle, 5. The stealth bomber, 6. an aircraft carrier, 7. an upside down girl, 8. Donald Duck with sun glasses, 9. Ostriches, 10. a uterus.  Read more »


Lindbloom’s View: Still Amazing After All These Years

Amazing_20150514Simply A-maze-ing

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 »


Lindbloom’s View: Sparks

Lindbloom_Top_043015Reflections On A Hand Shake Game

“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 »


Lindbloom’s View: Honey, Don’t Ask


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 »


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 »