On January 29th I will begin my first trip "abroad" (not including Canadia when I was younger).
I was fortunate enough to find cheapish airfare to London....Ok, I didn't find it, but Diana found it for us. So plans are being made; football match tickets, hotel accommodations, museum visits, tube passes, money supposedly being saved, All for a brief 6 day stay.
Is 6 days going to be long enough? This is the city/country/island that am I am culturally, as well as by family descendants, rooted in. Thankfully, we will not be trying to squeeze in Ireland and Scotland, or other parts of England for that matter.
ok.......back to work...
10.25.2007
9.26.2007
The Rebirth of Slick
Little did I know yesterday when I started this blog, something of interest to me would happen overnight.
Hockey, thats right hockey, was one of my earliest childhood passions.
Attending Salt Lake Golden Eagles hockey games at the Salt Palace with
my parents are some of the first deeply imbedded memories that I have. Drunken fans yelling, fights and blood on the ice, smokey hallways (almost hard to believe now days), post-game traffic and celebrations. This is what i came to expect from a sporting event at an early age.
During my years in Colorado, I was able to welcome a new/moved franchise in the Colorado Avalanche and was even lucky enough to be in downtown Denver when they won Lord Stanley's Cup.
And then I moved to Chicago.......... the land of the almighty Blackhawks (or so I thought). Roenick, Chelios, Amonte, Hull, Belfour.... all names I associated with the hawks and watched while I was young. Little did I realize that I probably saw more of these players than the average Chicagoan did during that time period.
After many frustrating attempts at trying to watch games on TV I learned about Dollar Bill. In the process I also slowly learned why the Roenick's and Chelios's now played elsewhere in the NHL.
I for one will never celebrate death, but today there is reason for celebration. Hopefully new ownership and a new outlook will enter the Blackhawks camp....
Hockey, thats right hockey, was one of my earliest childhood passions.
Attending Salt Lake Golden Eagles hockey games at the Salt Palace with
my parents are some of the first deeply imbedded memories that I have. Drunken fans yelling, fights and blood on the ice, smokey hallways (almost hard to believe now days), post-game traffic and celebrations. This is what i came to expect from a sporting event at an early age.During my years in Colorado, I was able to welcome a new/moved franchise in the Colorado Avalanche and was even lucky enough to be in downtown Denver when they won Lord Stanley's Cup.
And then I moved to Chicago.......... the land of the almighty Blackhawks (or so I thought). Roenick, Chelios, Amonte, Hull, Belfour.... all names I associated with the hawks and watched while I was young. Little did I realize that I probably saw more of these players than the average Chicagoan did during that time period.
After many frustrating attempts at trying to watch games on TV I learned about Dollar Bill. In the process I also slowly learned why the Roenick's and Chelios's now played elsewhere in the NHL.
I for one will never celebrate death, but today there is reason for celebration. Hopefully new ownership and a new outlook will enter the Blackhawks camp....
9.25.2007
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