On June 1st, 1992 I remember going into my dads bedroom where he was layin down watching tv. I sat on the edge of the bed, wondering what he was watching. Turns out it was game 4 of the 1992 Stanley Cup Finals, which was the Chicago Blackhawks vs Pittsburgh Penguins. I remember asking question after question and he was happy to answer, even though the Hawks were about to get swept in the Finals. What I didn’t know at the time was just how much my dad enjoyed the Hawks.
It wasn’t until a few years later in 1994 when I was in 8th grade that I actually learned how much the Hawks meant. My dad surprised me with tickets to my first Hawks game. He said he wanted me to experience the sights and smells of the old Chicago Stadium. Now if you have ever been to Chicago Stadium, you know that it was old, small, smelly, and loud.
Looking back now, the best part wasn’t going to the game, but hearing the stories that my dad had of being a kid and running up the stairs to get a good seat for my grandpa and cousin Kenny. My dad would talk about my grandpa taking him to Mama Schiavone bar and how some of the players would go in after the games and would chat with my dad and grandpa while that drank. The 60’s obviously were a different time, since a young kid in a bar wouldn’t fly today. Now after hearing these stories about Mama Schiavone’s, I figured it was just a simple high five and that was it. Then, in 2013 at the Blackhawks convention, I had the opportunity to talk to Bobby Hull as he signed my tattoo. Of course my dad took advantage of the situation and asked Bobby if he remembered that bar. And wouldn’t you know it, Bobby remembered. Not only did he remember, but he remembered chatting with my dad and grandpa. Of course you could chalk it up to him just agreeing for the sake of agreement. But he started talking about the same stuff my dad told me about. So just as my dad had the memory of meeting Hull with my grandpa, I have the memory of meeting Hull with my dad.
As I’ve stated before in a prior post, there are certain things you do with your parents, grandparents, or any family member for that matter that will lead to traditions, and those that will be etched in your mind. So tonight, almost 4 months to the day that my grandpa passed, we sit here getting ready for game 1 of the 2017/2018 NHL season. My grandma, aunts, dad and mom are all here…and even though I look to my right and see an empty red chair, I know my grandpa is sitting there.
We sure do love our Chicago Blackhawks. No, not a bandwagon jumper, been a fan since 92.
Finally met Eddie O and couldn’t pass up the opportunity to ask him for a favor. lol
After not making the playoffs for 5 years, I surprised my dad with Game 1 Round 1 tickets against the Flames. Boy was it loud!
2015, one year closer to death. For the first time in about 13 years, I stayed home. It was actually nice just sitting there with my wifey, knowing that after the ball dropped, I could go lay in my own bed instead of driving home. So what’s my new years resolution? Not a goddamn thing. Why disappoint myself? I want to lose weight, but I know that doing a resolution isn’t going to shed these pounds. I want a higher paying job but I know that their are millions of people everyday looking for a job.
Christmas was nice. I gave my wifey money for after xmas sales,which she took full advantage off. We went to her parents house along with my sisters and my parents. My wife bought me a tattoo gift certificate which i’ll be using Jan 7 for this awesome sauce. Clown from slipknot.
On Dec 23rd, I took my dad to the Blackhawks game for his xmas present, surprised him with row 1 seats. As you can see, I wore my Blackhawks Lucha Libre mask. I get a kick out of people coming up and asking for pics. It was our first and last time along the glass. Don’t get me wrong, they are awesome seats, but true fans sit in the 300 section. Granted, if I win the lottery, you bet your ass i’ll be front row lol. I got them because I didn’t want to regret not getting them someday. I mean, my grandpa is 76 years old right now and I wonder if there are things that my dad regrets not being able to do with him now because of his age. I didn’t want that for me. So, one day I woke up and told my wifey, I’m getting my dad and I row 1 tickets. The tickets were crazy expensive but memories are priceless.
I’m sitting here in my usual typing spot, Starbucks. The girl doing my drink was asking me some questions about my two week vacation, for some reason she remembered. Anyways there was a lady behind me who chimed in about how she is retired and if you are bored, its your own fault. I was like..bitch, da fuq, nobody was talkin to you. Yes, I said da fuq, which for those unfamiliar with slang is “the fuck”. Stay in your own lane lady.
Watched the Winter Classic today with my uncle, dad and grandpa. Hawks lost it via a goal in the last minute. O’well, can’t win them all. Plus when you go 1 for 6 on the powerplay, you deserve to lose. Just shoot the damn puck towards the goal. Anyone can coach from their couch though.
Do you guys remember the saying “Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me”? When the fuck did that get thrown out the window? There was just another case of a kid who killed himself because he was being called names. My little niece has a mind of her own and i fkn love it, some other kids may think its weird or whatever. I told her straight up, “if someone calls you a name, tell them to fuck off. Go ahead, uncle robert will take the blame”. I told her “don’t be a follower, be a leader”. It’s true though, kids fell like they have to fit in all the time. Think about this. Remember growing up and someone would say “why can’t you be more like (insert name)?” Look, it’s that shit right there that gives kids the idea that they have to meet a certain guideline on how to act. Lets look at Angelina Jolie and Brad Pitts daughter, Shiloh. Kid is 8 years old, wants to be called John and some people are in an uproar over it. Get the fuck out of here. If that kid wanted to be called Scooby fucking Doo, who are you to question it? If people just minded their own goddamn business and stop worrying about what others are doing then maybe we wouldn’t have the problems we have.
Eat a Bowl of Dicks Award goes to … Al Sharpton. Sharpton has more than $4.5 million in current state and federal tax liens against him and his businesses. How in the hell is he not in jail yet? Does Obama have him on a leash that damn tight. Plus this dick is a race baiter who got those two officers killed in New York. The good Lord needs to do right and put Al and Jesse out to pasture.
I was reading a dumb article about how Back to the Future 2 got some things wrong about 2015. Well no shit, it was a goddamn movie made in 1989. Another thing is, how are you going to write about what they got wrong in 2015 when we are only a day into 2015. Save the damn article for 2016. I don’t blame the writer, I blame the one thinking it was okay to print it.
This 22 year old guy created a website called Skiplagged.com and is now being sued by a few airline companies. Even bad publicity is good publicity. This guy did nothing wrong with his site and made no salary/commission from it. It’s actually a smart idea. Lets say you live in new york and want to go to Chicago. The ticket maybe is $700. However if you put you want to go to Arizona with a layover in chicago, it will cost $550. This site will tell you that there is a layover. So, just get off in chicago and don’t connect to Arizona. I mean, its common sense but these guys are pissed about it.
The Stupid Mother Fkr Award goes to… All the parents that complained about this. You know what you saw, a dong. Know what your kids saw, a fkn play doh dispenser. Come on people, why must we over sexualize every goddamn thing? No kid opened up this package and thought, “well damn I just got a dildo for xmas”.
I jumped on the bandwagon and bought a turntable. I’ve never owned one, but goddamn does vinyl sound good. I understand the ease of having a cd or mp3, but it just seems that with vinyl, you hear what is meant to be heard. If that makes sense. I purchased Slipknot, Dire Straits, Santana, Wu Tang, Outkast, and Saturday Night Fever soundtrack.
Alright, I’m done for now. Remember, don’t let a hot date become a due date.
So the other day, my dad and I went to the season home opener for the Chicago Blackhawks. As I posted prior, I was going to wear my Hawks mask and pancho to the game. Well the mission was a success. I was at the red carpet ceremony with people asking to take pics with me. I wore it during the pregame and ended up on TV. Throughout the night, people kept coming up to be for pics. At the end of the game though some dumbass drunk chick came up to me and growled. I was like…wtf are you doing? lol
Of course Im at Starbucks, which is where I usually come to write these post. It’s actually dead for a Monday night. Granted it’s only 5:20 so I assume people will start to come in from work. I don’t only come here for Things on My Mind, but also to do school papers. I get too distracted at home and figured, I can’t look up goofy shit at Starbucks.
You know how there are some things that you just think can’t be played using the race card? Well our good friend Jesse Jackson has found a way to flip that race card over. Jesse is that friend who sees you yawning and saying how tired you are, but still doesn’t get that it’s time to go. He is a disease worse than ebola. This dumb shit is trying to play the race card due to the role of the hospital in the death of the US first infected Ebola person, Thomas Eric Duncan. I can’t understand how people today can follow this man’s lead? He and Al Sharpton need to buy a one way ticket on Malaysia Airline.
How do we stop this dangerous disease? How about stay the fuck out of Africa! It’s like freelance journalist who travel to the Middle East and then their families get made at the US when their heads get cut off. Stay the fuck out of the Middle East.
The dumbshit award doesn’t just go to Jesse Jackson, I’ve got a shiny award ready for President Obama. Yes, I voted for him twice so I could probably be in the running for that award too, at least i admit it. Why..or better yet how does he expect 3900 of our troops to be able to go to Liberia and help fight Ebola? This makes no goddamn sense. You know who can’t chop my head off…Ebola. Go after ISIS you fucking tool.
I took my nephew to see his first WWE show a few weeks back. It wasn’t raw or smackdown but a house show which sucks but he didn’t care, he just got to see his favorite wrestler john cena. It was cool taking him to it because it kind of made me see what it were to feel like if I was able to have a kid. I remember my dad taking me to my first wrestling event and how excited I was to see Hulk Hogan. It’s funny to me because that was damn near 30 years ago. Growing up a wrestling fan and seeing Hogan, warrior, Jake the snake, British Bulldog, etc, it was so cool seeing my “heros” in person. Now here I am, buying my nephew an autographed Cena picture and a Hustle Loyalty and Respect foam hand. Seeing his face when his hero John Cena came out, was priceless. I can only think that it was the same feeling my dad had when he saw me look at Hogan for the first time in person. As a wrestling fan today, I hate John Cena the character, but respect Cena the person for all he does for kids. It sucks now that I’m older seeing my “heros” pass away at such a young age. Look at Warrior, only 54 when he died. Of course the wrestlers I grew up were part of the steroids and drugs period. When Eddie Guerrero passed, it was due to a heart attack, but wrestling fans knew that his heart was weak from drugs. Back to my nephew, I’m glad he enjoyed it as much as i did seeing his excitement.
PS…Cena you owe me $30.
Wow, it’s been about two months since i’ve been on here. I am now working again, thankfully. However I have been sick since last Tuesday and have had to call in twice. I think that we can all agree that twice in a one month period is too much, but i’m damn near dying over here. I have an upper respiratory infection and have been put on antibiotics.
When i last wrote, I spoke of my wifey and I going to Puerto Vallarta, Mexico. It was not too bad except if we were to go again, I would not book the Hilton. I’ve stayed at the Hilton before, but this place was not up to par.
Thank god hockey starts in about 10 days. My dad and I are going to the home opener for the Blackhawks. I’ve never been to a home opener so it should be fun. We are also going to a game on Nov. 16th along with my bro in law. My dad is trying to convince me to go up to Detroit for the Hawks Redwings game on Nov. 14th. Which means 6 hours of my dad driving to detroit, staying the night at my uncles, then heading to Chicago early Sunday morning.
So I learned that my ex supervisor that I had at CADS walked out. Happy for him, they treated him like shit. When an organization has people resigning or walking out, maybe the board should take a step back and look at upper management. Also, it has come to my attention that the CEO looks at my blogs here. Well Sir, you keep running your mouth, expect a Defamation, Libel and Slander lawsuit. That also pertains to your yes men in HR.
Big ups to Whitney Houston, she’s been clean for over 2 years now.