Two Million of My Closest Friends
Who doesn't love a parade?
Well, me for one. I find them generally too hot, too crowded, too annoying. But, when your team wins it's first Stanley Cup in 49 years, and the ticker tape parade is passing within half a block of your workplace, you nut up.
I'd love to tell you it was a life-changing experience, but it wasn't. It was just me and 2 million people standing in the heat, screaming our heads off as our heros passed by and gave us a glimpse of the Stanley Cup.
Yeah, it was awesome.
The City of Chicago got together on a beautiful June day and celebrated the Blackhawks. Its still bizarre to me. 2 million fricking people turned out for the Blackhawks. Songs were sung, speeches were made, and a mess was made. In other words, a perfect celebration. Ticker tape was spilled everywhere.
It was also cool to see the old Blackhawks there. Savard, Hull, Mikita, Pilotte, Esposito - all these guys are suddenly back in the spotlight, after more than 30 years underground in Chicago. The Hawks Alumni are finally back in the sun with the rest of the team, and it's great to see. But of course, not all the alumni made got to see the Blackhawks as champions again. So, it only seems right that here on Friday Night Fights we salute the dear, departed Keith Magnuson. No, he wasn't the best fighter. In fact, it's a lot easier to find fights he lost than fights he won. But Maggie was always game, and did what was asked of him. He feared nobody, even when common sense told him he should. And somewhere, I'm sure he was smiling.