Being a black Hawks fan
The city is committed to the Indian, when the team is winning
As a kid, I loved hockey. Not like basketball or baseball or boxing or even tennis. But living in Chicago under the almighty omnipresent auspice of the Blackhawks, every kid had to love hockey. We had no choice. A winning organization can do that to a childhood.
Understand, back then, the Hawks were it. Winning divisional championships was the norm (they won eight from 1969-70 through 1979-80). There was a seasoned Stan Mikita, a young Tony Esposito, Pit Martin, Bill White and Pat ...
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