Once again, we at Hockeenight have the distinct pleasure and honor of featuring the one and only Slats Radke as a contributor. As you may recall, Slats covered professional hockey for the Chicago American throughout the 1960s and early 70s. He has agreed to offer his unique insight upon occasion. So, with no further ado, Slats Radke:

So the fellow with the curly hair found himself in the hoosegow after having a few cocktails and managing to get into a bit of a donnybrook with a cabbie up in his native Buffalo while working on seeing the top of a rising sun. He's facing a couple misdemeanors and a felony, which ought to be cleared up with some tickets to the game when the Hawks are in town.

Now, I'm sure, given the way people are these days, people will get their drawers in a bunch over the fact that someone who is in a man's business should somehow manage to enjoy the occasional libation. I'm also sure that, on occasion, there may be the occasional fisticuff that accompanies this type of behavior.

The simple fact is, this is just a fellow blowing off some steam, and they had every right to feed a cabbie a knuckle sandwich. This guy was driving hack at 5:00 in the Ante Meridian, yet tried to pull off the old "I don't have change" bit to churn a big tip out of someone who is scraping by on a second-year player's salary.

You don't think $1.20 is a big deal? I'll tell you what - you go down to the newsstand, see how much a pack of White Owls run you. You know, a woman is only a woman, but a good cigar is a smoke. And Old Slats can certainly tell you, it's getting harder and harder to find a place where you can have a Rock and Rye before they bring out your steak, and a cigar after your steak is gone. People complain about the smell of my cigars, but you know what that is? That's the smell of manhood, and real manhood is something that is in far too dear supply these days, except for this kid who scores goals in bunches, and is now giving out punches.

I know this Kiley kid is also writing these computer things now, something called "Blackhawks Confidential". I remember when this kid came up from the Ray Meyer school, and he walked the same beat as yours truly did for some time, and I'm sure he's got a story or two to tell about some of the boys having a couple drinks, going out back to settle some matter or another, then coming back in for more drinks.

You need these men (and he's a man today, make no mistake) on your team. When I see that Captain, he looks like a boy who has never had anything stronger than a milkshake. The meatheads were trying to tell me something about a "beer bong", but I've bent my elbow plenty in my life, and I've rented a lot of beer, and I've never heard of such a thing. This kid who wears the same "C" that Pierre Pilote did looks like he's never even let anything stronger than "darn" or "criminey" cross his lips.

So this Kane fellow, I say he's going to be just fine in a man's league.


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  • 8/9/2009 7:18 PM JDNoce wrote:
    I'll tell you what - you go down to the newsstand, see how much a pack of White Owls run you. -slats

    A beaut.
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