In Enemy Territory: Going To A Hawks Game
As many of you already know, I'm a native of the greater Chicagoland area, whatever that actually encompasses. How I avoided becoming a Blackhawks fan and instead sold my soul to the Blues franchise is a long story and not really the point today.
The point is that I end up back in Chicago a couple times a year, including this weekend. Lucky for me, I have a brother-in-law who has friends with great tickets.

Great seats, but the picture of Martin Havlat is freaking me out. How much time a day does he spend on that beard?
I think I have a workaround figured out to at least post a few photos, so I'll try to update this as we go along.
First stop? Gotta pick up on of those Committed Indian papers.
Let's! Go! Hawks?
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Because you like balls on your face
and your root for the ’Hawks
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We did what we could.
Kept the Kings back a little with a win. The pictures from the phone thing failed me, so I couldn’t get any ’here’s the douche with the Red Wings jersey on at a Hawks/Kings game’ picture up for you.
Strangely, more guys show up in St Louis wearing indian headdresses than do guys at Hawks games in Chicago. I expected to see a bunch and didn’t see one.
So I went back to that old story about how you became a Blues fan...
and Childhood Trauma was the only commenter left visible. Did the SBN move piss him off for some reason ‘cause I haven’t seen him around. Also the mouse over comments still work on the pre SBN pictures. Weird.
Used to be Aaron, but some douchebag Celtics fan has that one already.
He never registered
so I have no idea if he even comes around anymore.
And that’s weird the mouse over picture = hidden joke trick works with the old posts. That’s actually frustrating because I’d love to still do it.
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Just make sure and delouse
Lots of vermin in that there rink.
Life is relevant. You can put your hands on a hot stove and a fraction of a second seems like hours. Yet you can put your hands on a hot woman and hours seem to turn into seconds.
As a fellow Chicago-suburb-an
I feel your pain. Growing up with a Hawks father doesn’t help either. But I was raised with my Blues and I will be at the UC on the 1st trying to get into a drunk fight with a Hawks fan

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