Saturday, September 29, 2007

So what now?

I've ranted and raved about what the Blackhawks have done in the past. I think I even threatened to go underground and become a guerilla fighter. But all of those plans get put on hold as we say "So long!" to our owner William "Dollar Bill" Wirtz. I'm sure you know he's now 6 feet under and feeding the worms.
But what's our future look like now? What will next year look like? Will Bill's son Pete sell us out as bad as his old man? Or will he cut lose now that he's free? There's too many questions with too few answers.
This is what I do know: Don't expect any changes this year. It's too early to make any changes. Wait for next year. Yup that's all I know. We get to play Cubs fans for the year and "Wait till Next year!" Awesome.
Here's what I'd do if I was now in charge:
1. Sign players in their primes
2. Let it be known that not only are we putting together a team for 2008-09, we are making a future where players would want to spend a chunk of their carreer.
3. Spend $ up to a reasonable margin from the gap with enough room to add a player at the deadline.
4. Remove the Home game "Blackouts", because that is lame and counter-productive
5. Start negotiating to put Blackhawks games on WGN-TV.
a.) Not only does WGN air here in Illinois, but you can watch it almost nation wide.
b.)Like the Cubs it would help build our fan base outside of the Chicagoland and Illinois region.
c.) It also sets precedence for the Atlanta Thrashers to negotiate with TBS.
d.) Builds leverage to grow the NHL's TV presence
6. Begin the Blackhawks media Blitz. Their current commercials are freaking lame. They need help

Yeah I have alot of free time to think about this kind of thing, and obviously I use alot of that free time to think about this. Well, I need to get back to staring at the wall and imagining Bobby Hull coming out of retirement. I'll get back to you later.

Sunday, September 23, 2007


Crack the beers, light the funeral torches, and burn the body viking funeral style!
My hope is already dead for the season. After 4 pre-season games the Blackhawks are already back to their "We just ain't that great" ways. With a super stellar (read sarcasm) 1-2-1 record their burning the candle from both ends and people are fleeing the UC like it's the birthplace of the Apocalypse.
It's like Bill Wurtz and Dale Tallon can't stop taking a big fat crap on us fans. If they're not doing it then it's our star players getting hurt or feigning injury with all the toughness of an 8 year old girl. Wahoo. We're doomed!
So crack open the beers and kill the pain. Pains still there? You must be doing it wrong. The key is to be about half-soused at teh beginning of the 3rd period and be set to be drunker than sin by the end of the period when shit turns sour. I don't know how much more I can take of watching my team suck it up like an industrial vaccuum. It's fucking embarrassing. You want to wear your sweater and support your team, but then apply the paper bag over your head so no one knows how sad and pathetic you're really doing. At some point there's going to be a suicide watch for the entirety of Blackhawks nation. All 35 of us.
We gotta get it together for god's sake! We're the 3rd largest city in the US, a member of the Original 6 and you can't find our fans with a compass, a map, and a GPS. If Bill can't make $ from the team he has to be doing something wrong.
And so I suggest we revolt. Complete and total revolution! We'll start by booing our players at home when they lose and then follow them on the road for similar purposes. Or perhaps we go Guerilla and kid nap Bill. We hold him for a ransom of another $10 mil in salary per year.
In short: Start drinking or Viva la Revolucion!

Saturday, September 8, 2007