All season long I’ve repeatedly said, “I like the Blackhawks,” and yet when it comes down to watching the Blackhawks, I almost always opt out. They just haven’t grabbed me, you know?
I don’t know why they haven’t grabbed me because theoretically I like a lot of their players. I like Kane, and Toews, and I looooove Patrick Sharp. I like that Buff-lyn kid because he’s from Minneapolis and because for some bizarre reason his name is spelled B-Y-F-U-G-L-I-E-N. I like that an old man beat out Huet for the goaltender gig. Their coach is rocking a serious mustache, which is a quality I hold in very high esteem. The Hawks are spunky, and cute, and underdoggy, and all of the things I usually enjoy in a non-Sabres hockey team, and yet, in spite of all these fine attributes, the Blackhawks just haven’t managed to steal my heart.
So, tonight is the night.
I have a STRONG aversion to the Canucks. If I can’t love the Blackhawks on a night when they’re the only game on, they’re playing a team I seem to instinctively dislike, and I’m ravenous for playoff hockey, it’s just never going to happen.
I’ll let you know how it goes.
UPDATE 9:55: So far, no overwhelming love…except for Keith Jones. Which is weird. REALLY weird. You know who I haven’t watched NEARLY enough of this playoff season? Kelly Hrudey. It’s my HD addiction. It’s driven a wedge between Kelly and I.
UPDATE 10:18: PleasedontlettheCanuckswinthecup. They make me feel a terrible combination of bored and suffocated. I can’t breathe. I can’t stay awake. I can’t fall for the Blackhawks in these bleak conditions.
UPDATE 10:49: Eff this game. Seriously. I TRIED to love the Blues, and I TRIED to love the Blackhawks, but the Canucks SUCK THE JOY out of EVERYTHING. I’m giving up and going to bed. I’ll try to fall for the Hawks again some other time.
RESULT: Sadly, nay.
Update 11:29: Now wait just a minute! I turned off the television, ate a bowl of Frosted Mini-Wheats, cleaned the kitchen, and then my friend Roman texted me to turn the television back on, which I did JUST IN TIME TO SEE THE BLACKHAWKS TIE THE GAME! I swear, the way the first two periods went I was convinced that the Blackhawks wouldn’t score again until next season. WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!
11:35: Oh for pete’s sake. (4-3, Canucks)
11:41: Well, at least it was all Soupy’s fault. For old time’s sake. (5-3, Canucks)
FINAL ANALYSIS: Well, the Blackhawks didn’t really endear themselves to me since I only saw them score one goal and then they proceeded to eff everything else up, but that game wound up being better than I expected. I think overall, my feelings about the Blackhawks reverted to my base level of affection over the course of this game. I still want to like them, but I’m not entirely sure that I do. (But I like them a whole LOT more than I like the Canucks.)