Tonight is the first preseason game for the Blackhawks. Normally, I’d be excited about this and call my dad and grandpa to see if they’re going to watch it, but not tonight. My dad and I decided not to go to the home opener, but rather watch it at his house, with my uncles, with my grandpa’s jersey on the chair he sat in. For the first time my dad will have to watch a game knowing he can’t call his dad to celebrate a win or pick him up to watch the game. Some of you may think that this is being over dramatic, but the Blackhawks were a bonding experience that was passed on through generations. Some may have memories of baking cookies with their grandma, or perhaps fishing with their grandpa, mine was celebrating a goal. As the Blackhawks take the puck past the blue line and slip the puck past the goalie, this celebration will be different, this celebration will be with tears.
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!