One Goal

Yes, that is a picture of the back of Coach Q's head.  Yes, my seats were close enough to smell the budding puberty of Patrick Kane.  Yes, you can still tell that Coach Q isn't smiling even when his back is turned to you.

After coming out as flat as Carrot Top's career (yes, there was just a Carrot Top reference, it's still early out here), the Hawks traded goals with the Kings until taking the definitive lead with their 4th goal with about 5:30 to go in the 3rd.  Great game, decent company with Ducatti, CFA and Indy Filmmaker in attendance.  Also, the group of Chicago fans in our section were tremendous.  There is nothing like hearing a south-side Irish accent screaming at a referee that his mother would be embarrassed of that last call while simultaneously teaching his seven year old son when it is appropriate to raise your middle finger and when it isn't, to remind a guy of home.

Always good to get to see the Hawks, even better to see them win, even better-er to see them win in front of loud LA "fans" who pretend to care about a sport that Kobe Bryant doesn't play.

Ed Belfour,

-I Heart Palindromes