Random thoughts from the Blackhawks' run to the Cup:
They won, right?
Still in shock over that ending.
Seriously, if I didn't wake up to see all the morning news crews following the team from bar to bar I'd have thought the whole thing was a dream.
No big deal:
Andrew Shaw takes a puck to the face and appears to be knocked out cold on the ice.
Nah, we don't need an update on his condition, NBC. We're good.
What's up with that?
Memo to news directors:
Shouldn't John Drummond's "Fo'c'sle of a tramp steamer" tirade years ago have taught us all the lesson that sending reporters into "unruly" crowds simply isn't a good idea.
Whatcha thinking now, Tony Amonte?
Pros and Conns:
You know for a second there when Commissioner Gary Bettman was announcing the winner of the Conn Smythe Trophy and said "Patrick …" that Patrick Sharp was thinking it might be his.
If it had been, it would've been a good call. Same goes for if it had been Corey Crawford, Duncan Keith, Bryan Bickell or ...
In the end, though, it went to Patrick Kane.
Yet another good call.
Ever see a sweaty, husky, middle-aged man with a look of terror on his face running through the bowels of the United Center on his way from the locker room to the press elevator?
From the stares I got, I'm confident in saying it's not a pretty sight.
Thanks so much all you OT games!
Think about it:
If a baseball player had suffered an injury similar to the puck to the face Andrew Shaw took in Game 6, he would've been stretchered off, placed on the 60-day DL and had his rehab chronicled for weeks.
Shaw simply goes into the room for stitches and is back out for the start of the next period.
Reason No. 7,268 to love hockey.
No worse feeling:
Than rounding the hallway corner and realizing you're about 87th in line to get into the Blackhawks' postgame locker room.
Favorite playoff moment:
The look of pure joy on Michael Frolik's face as he skated back to the bench and launched himself into his teammates' arms after his successful penalty shot in Detroit.
Yeah, Canadian TV guy in the fancy suit, you can try to Chara your way into our post-practice interview scrum, but just know that you'll always get Bickelled right back.
Knowing now what injuries Michal Handzus played with through this postseason, all I can say is: Wow.
The sparingly used opening guitar licks of "Where the Streets Have No Name" was way more effective in getting the UC crowd revved up during the playoffs than I ever would have imagined.
Three things I know:
Q can coach.
Kane is clutch.
There may not be a better captain than Tazer.
Just being Frank:
After hearing organist Frank Pellico's three-note plea of "Let's Go Hawks," oh, a thousand or so times over the past two months -- particularly the Angry Frank version, which is slower and louder -- let's just say the off-season couldn't come soon enough.
Oh, one more thing:
The Hawks won the Cup!
He said it:
"I'm trying to hold back the tears, but it's tough."
-- Andrew Shaw