I remember the crushing disappointment in 1992 when the Hawks looked nearly unbeatable, and then they got swept by the Penguins in the finals. I do not remember when they won the cup in 1961 because I wasn't born yet. Yesterday, I saw Bobby Hull from that 1961 team, and Jeremy Roenick from that 1992 team get emotional after the Hawks won.
Today is a good day for the Blackhawks, the city of Chicago, the lifelong fans, and a few of my friends who have never wavered in their support for all the crappy teams that garnered the draft picks that culminated in a Stanley Cup Champion.
I'm not a die-hard fan, but I got emotional, too.
(Gratuitously lifted from Minnesota Fucking Rocks. Let me know if you want me to remove the link, fellas.)
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