Growing up my dad would get hockey tickets from time-to-time. I loved being at the games...the sounds, the excitement, the Zamboni. I had all sorts of Hawks stuff. One of my favorites was pajamas.
Dad was a true morning person and I have never been a morning person. Every morning I would shuffle past where my dad was sitting at the breakfast table. He'd say 'good morning' in a far too cheerful voice and me, eyes barely open, would raise my hand in the slightest of acknowledgment.
One morning, as a I shuffled by in my Blackhawks pajamas, my dad let loose with a spirited "Here come the Hawks...the miiiiighty Blackhawks!" Despite the early hour I actually smiled.
this is a cool video of old footage and the snazzy 'here come the Hawks' song!
Thanks for the smile and the great memory of Dad. I was really missing him today!
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