Denny's Blackhawks
Recently the Chicago Blackhawks wrapped up the regular hockey season; taking first in the central division. So, it only seems fitting to write a post about a recent game I attended. My dear friend Joanie invited me to a game, and I was all in.
If you’ve ever been to a Blackhawk’s game, you know exactly what I’m referring to; the experience is pretty amazing. From the jersey-wearing fans, hustle and bustle inside and outside the arena, the lights, and pre-game warm-up by both teams. Once the players are off the ice, the real hoopla begins.
Lights are dimmed, and the show starts by projecting clips of the Hawks scoring and making brilliant plays. The crowd cheers for every great move as the noise level raises higher and higher, in anticipation of the teams being announced, and then…..the national anthem. The crowd roars, knowing what’s about to unfold. It’s one of those traditions you won’t likely forget. The puck drops and the game gets underway.
The seats we occupied happened to be purchased by my friend’s late husband Denny. He hand-picked four seats, once the new stadium was built. He had been a long standing season ticket holder, and knew exactly where he wanted to sit in the new stadium. Denny was a huge Blackhawk’s fan, and his wife shortly followed suit.
While at the game we talked about Denny and his love of hockey. I asked questions how he picked the seats; which were spectacular by the way. I imagined Denny sitting in the seats year after year, cheering on his team, and memories of his life flooded in.
He would give you the shirt off his back if you needed it. One time a group of friends were celebrating the holidays and having brunch at the Walnut Room, in Chicago. He noticed a well-dressed elderly woman dining alone. He secretly called the waitress over and paid for her meal, never letting the woman know it was him. He wanted her to feel special and loved. Being thoughtful and generous was a normal, everyday occurrence.
Denny was a giant among men, he was smart, kind, and funny, but I will mostly remember him for being kind. He was a true gentleman that loved his wife, family, friends, hockey, golf, and Jimmy Buffett. Even though the team lost in OT that night, I will always be reminded they are Denny’s Blackhawks. Here’s to you, my friend.
xoxox…..Sheryl
PS…..thanks Joanie for the fun-filled evening and for the memories of a good man. He loved you so!