Big ups to Terry for sending in this online ad of an upcoming Chicago Blackhawks-Minnesota Wild game, inspired by the new film, Where The Wild Things Are. My favorite part is when the guy in the suit was beaten into oppression by whoever that guy was. Is he a real Blackhawk? Is he in the movie? I never actually read the book, so I don’t know these things. Maybe his picture is someplace on the Blackhawks site. Maybe.
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The Chicago Blackhawk and his cousin that punched out a cab driver and stole back the fare they had just paid him were arrested earlier this morning. Which is amazing, because when obscure people in sports punch out cab drivers, they always get away with it. Patrick Kane’s mother was reached for comment, and I’ll just drop that in here like it’s hot:
“I was in Chicago and I’m just on my way home now,” Kane’s mother, Madonna, told the Chicago Sun-Times when reached by phone this afternoon. “So I really don’t have anything to report at this time because I don’t have the whole details yet. I want to know what’s going on before I say anything (else).” via.
Word is that Kane gave $15 to the cabbie for a fare of $13.80 and asked for change. The driver, who was 62 years old, told them that he didn’t have any change for them. So they beat him up. In other words, they handled it like any other scuffle in the NHL. I had the same problem in Amsterdam once with a 17-year-old prostitute, and after a few uppercuts to the chin, you better believe I gave her all the change she wanted. img.
Oops, sorry hockey. I forgot about you there. But for fans of the NHL, the second annual Winter Classic was enjoyable. Or at least I would assume that’s how they feel. I turned it on and watched it for a couple minutes, and it looked like something I would really like if I were one of those people that liked televised hockey.
Anyhoo, the Michigan Red Wings beat the Chicago Blackhearts 6-4 at Wrigley Field yesterday. There was much skating, and puck-slapping, and vintage sweaters. And though the players later complained, the fans loved the brick boards with the ivy growing on them. Sven Olaffssson scored a hat trick, Yevgeny Brzenzinskiy added a goal and two assists, and goalkeeper Michel-Jean Ouellebecque was pulled shortly after giving up his sixth goal.
Or so I would imagine. There may be some factual inaccuracies in the previous paragraph. I kinda zoned out while I read the recap.
I’m still not sure why the NHL has decided to anoint January 1st as their showcase day when every casual sports fan is going to be watching college football instead. But that hasn’t stopped the NHL (common sense seldom does), and as you can see they’ve already settled into the friendly confines at Wrigley Field, thanks to the magic of time-lapsed photography, which really isn’t magic as much as something fun to do to impress 16-year-old girls strung out on meth.
Logistics aside, playing professional hockey outdoors is still pretty sweet, and the Blackhawks and Red Wings playing at Wrigly Freaking Field should be doubly awesome. Will I be willing to pull myself away from the Konica Minolta Gator Bowl to watch it? I mean, they play football outside all the time. How hard can it be?
On Monday, an elderly woman at a Blackhawks game collapsed and died. Not the sort of thing that makes an interesting story until you realize that her mother died in the same fashion two decades earlier.
While watching her favorite team, the Blackhawks, play at the United Center on Monday, Marguerite Kuhlman collapsed and later died.
Patricia and Dorothea Kuhlman said that even more peculiar than the death of their sister, 68, at the hockey game is the fact that their mother died under similar circumstances nearly 22 years ago. Mildred Kuhlman died March 30, 1986, while attending a Blackhawks game at Chicago Stadium, Patricia Kuhlman said.
At first I thought this was a pretty cool story, but on second thought it’s just a boring coincidence. They’re old ladies. They die. That’s what they do. It’s not like mother and daughter were both killed in freak zamboni accidents. THAT would have been cool. This is like figuring out two relatives both had heart attacks… while taking out the garbage! Dun dun DUNNNN!
