Like freaking cockroaches when the exterminator man shows up. Not the bandwagon Chicago Blackhawk fan we all detest, it's all the old friends who have been long time Chicago fans wanting to make sure I know who won the cup. Like I missed the darkest day in my life.
Now that Chicago has the cup I'm hearing from friends I haven't seen or talked to in decades. The ones who normally cant stop long enough for a hello are now jumping the hedges to make sure I know they are the champions. I knew it would be like this so I went into seclusion for a few days after game 6. I unplugged the phone but now the mail is going to be arriving from all the relatives in eastern Iowa and IL with the same chest pounding.
I finally got up the courage to venture into town Saturday for supper. I made it through the meal unscathed and was just about to my truck when I heard:
I scanned the area and no one was around so I attributed it to more voices in my head when there it was again.
This time I zeroed in on a restaurant patio where one of my goofy friends was hanging through the wrought iron fence waving me over like he was on fire.
So I slowly wandered over to offer congrats. My buddy just stood there with his hands on the iron bars, swaying back and forth like an ape in a zoo cage with a Cheshire Cat grin on. I wanted to pull his head through the iron bars and choke him some but there were too many witnesses on the patio eating, mainly his wife.
This is the SUCK.