Hawks Win!!

My beloved Blackhawks won last night. (And it gave my my “H” prompt – for my 26 blog posts.  I’ve been stumped on that letter and I have NO idea why.  But I digress. . . .)

As a young girl, I am told I loved football.  My parents said I even kept asking for my own football.  I hate football now – as I find it to be about as boring as watching golf (another “sport” I loathe).  But what I DO love is hockey.  This came a surprise to my husband and son a few years ago when they started watching and I was able to discuss players of old.  Thankfully, I grew up without a television until I was in high school when my parents were gifted a TV or we probably wouldn’t have had one then.  What we did have though was a great stereo (complete with a set of musical soundtracks) – almost always tuned into KMOX radio in St. Louis. I’d bet money that my parents clock radio in their bedroom is still tuned to this station.  Anyway. . . the result was the I listened to almost every single Cardinals baseball game (football Cardinals too in the days before they packed up and moved to Arizona) and every single Blues hockey game.  By rights, I should be a Blues fan.  I say they are my “second” team but in all honesty, I really don’t like them that much for a variety of reasons.  I guess I’m, at heart, an Original 6 girl.  Specifically the Chicago Blackhawks!   Readers who watch hockey will know that “my” team is in the Stanley Cup playoffs fighting for the Western Division Championship.  So for a few random thoughts on Blackhawks hockey:

Overtime.  It seems that the Blackhawks have a knack for taking games to OT- several times.  In round one against Nashville, it took three overtimes.  By the time the winning goal was scored just a few minutes into the third OT, it was already 1:00 a.m.  Last night they did it again with the Ducks.  But the winning goal came much later into the third OT.  And I stayed up to watch every nail-biting minute of it.  Until Kruger ended it with a win for the Hawks.

Andrew Shaw.  I love this kid’s grit and spirit.

And this goal brought a cheer from my living room even though it didn’t count.  I love watching #65 play.  You can’t blame a kid for trying though.

Beards.  I read an article a few years ago that called the playoffs something like “men in beards playing hockey into the wee hours”.  Just what’s so great about a playoff beard?  Well it just happens that research has shown that women like them.  I’m sure that’s not why they grow them, but I’d bet it’s why many seem to sport a beard year round now. There are entire articles and blog posts about the playoff beards.

So, on this lazy, sleepy Wednesday morning, I leave you with this thought: