Why I am a Blackhawks fan
Many years ago when my mom married my step-father I was introduced to the game of hockey. As a 9 year-old boy growing up in the city of Chicago my immediate family only told me about the Chicago Cubs and Bears. Now my eyes were open to a game played on ice. How naive I was, my love for the game was only just beginning.
One evening I went with my dad (step-father) to a local bar in one of Chicago’s older suburbs. I had assumed that I would be playing pinball while he played darts. Well, to my surprise there were multiple Blackhawks players. I felt as though I was in heaven. They talked with me and a few played some pinball with me. I was having the time of my life.
There was one particular player who I spoke with that made a life-long impression on me. His name is Grant Mulvey, the only #22 I will ever recognize. He was there with his brother Paul, who played for the Boston Bruins I believe. Here Grant was humoring this little kid and we find out that we share a birthday. I didn’t believe him and he showed me his drivers license. Sure enough, same birthday.
After that evening I was driven to get any Blackhawks paraphernalia that I could get my hands on. A couple weeks later we went back and Grant gave me some signed goodies. He also introduced me to some more of the other players. Little did I know that I would be talking with future hall of famer Dennis Savard among others.
For many years we had season tickets and went to games as much as possible. Eventually, I graduated high school and left for the military. My dad would occasionally send me video tapes of games. When the Hawks played the Russian Red Army team is a game that I still have on Beta to this day. In all my travels around the world I have always carried something Blackhawks related with me. I can honestly say that it is because of how Grant and the others players treated me.
It is often said that hockey players are some of the most personable professional players in the world. I couldn’t agree more. Many years later I find myself in the Dallas / Fort Worth area and have run into many Stars players. Even having the great Mike Modano holding the door for my wife and I at a restaurant. Pure class.
Now as a father I was blessed to have another child the same year the Hawks won the Stanley Cup. Eventually she will learn why I call her my Blackhawks baby and why so many of her clothes have the Indian head on it. I hope that I can pass along the love of the team and passion for the game that made this once 9 year-old kid fall in love with the game of hockey.
Posted on 19th February 2012
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