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Lindbloom’s View: Forks in the Road to Stanley

Lindbloom_ForksRoadRoads and Roads

“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 »


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 »


Lindbloom’s View: Miss P and the Darlings

Lindbloom_2015Apr01_MissPMeet Miss P!

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 »


Lindbloom’s View: On Questions and Gimmees


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 »


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 »


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 »


Lindbloom’s View: On Pond Stars and Kimmo Time

PondStars_Lindbloom_2015Mar02Five veterans overlooked by Stan Bowman

By Rich Lindbloom

“Growing old is compulsory, growing up is optional.”

The picture above depicts five “experienced” (i.e. – old as dirt) players that Stan Bowman overlooked in his attempts to fill the Black Hole that was created by Kaner’s injury. It was taken in the backyard of Spencer Arena last Saturday, on a beautiful afternoon for outdoor hockey. Pictured above is my brother John, yours truly, Kirk, Stash and Don “McSorley” Blocker. Literally, there is over 280 years of hockey experience in that snapshot. While many of you may be cursing the lingering presence of Old Man Winter, I think it’s safe to say all five of us are hoping for a few more weeks of sub 32 temperatures.  Read more »


Lindbloom’s View: Seeing Things In The Dark

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“I’m mad…and that’s a fact
I found out…animals don’t help
Animal think…they’re pretty smart
Shit on the ground…see in the dark

They wander around like a crazy dog
Make a mistake in the parking lot
Always bumping into things
Always let you down, down, down.” – David Byrne

By Rich Lindbloom

When a friend of mine once told me he had bought about his seventh Talking Heads album he said, “I don’t know why I keep buying these albums?” To say the Talking Heads have an inimitable style is grossly understating there zaniness. Quirky isn’t quite the right adjective, but sometimes I think David Byrne ain’t right. Something tells me that he and I could have about as engaging a conversation as Einstein and me. (I could always counter Albert’s, “What do you think of my Theory of Relativity,” with a “What do you think of the Hawks third defensive pairing?” Obviously there would be considerable confusion, although I think I’d have a better chance of finally figuring out the Theory.) Read more »


Lindbloom’s View: Makin’ A Wreck Out of Me

Lindbloom_Header_2015FEb09“The Big Crap Game”

“Oooh, Las Vegas
Ain’t no place for a poor boy like me,
Every time I hit your crystal City you know
You’re gonna make a wreck out of me.”

By Rich Lindbloom

In 1975, Emmy Lou Harris recorded her first #1 Country Album entitled, Elite Hotel.  Besides the very catchy, Oooh, Las Vegas, the album contained an assortment of songs that included, Feelin’ Single, Seein’ Double, Sin City, Satan’s Jewel Crown and Till I Gain Control Again. The album and song came to mind after a less than stellar performance against the Wild bunch last Tuesday. Read more »


Lindbloom’s View: Symphony of a Goalie


“The sound of the orchestra is one of the most magnificent musical sounds that has ever existed.” – Chick Corea

By Rich Lindbloom

I recall talking to RoseLee and Earl between periods of a game last year, by the pillar they lean against in front of Section 101. Lonnie, one of the two “brothers” who sit in the row directly behind them, was also in the vicinity, and joined the conversation. Lonnie obviously had made note of the numerous musical references in my musings, asking me if I ever listened to classical music. I’m not sure if he was trying to encourage me to broaden my horizons in musical taste, or was subtly critiquing my hockey references to The New York Dolls or The Village People.

It seems that classical music is more of an upper class, “hoity-toity” genre of music. You know, tuxedos, bow ties, champagne – the sophisticates. If the truth be known, I have a lot more in common with the “hoi-polloi” like Willie Robertson from Duck Dynasty, than the upper crust. (Hoi-polloi = dregs of society, masses, rabble, riff raff) Read more »