I got hooked on hockey from watching the 1980 U.S. Olympic Team on TV when they beat the Soviets in Lake Placid. I was 14. I couldn't get over the constant heart stopping thrill of the end-to-end action that sport displayed. In those days, with only local channels, hockey wasn't a product I had access to. I was mesmerized after that experience.
My dad was a subscriber to the Chicago Tribune, and i was a regular reader, especially with the sports section as well as the arts section, which listed all of the upcoming concerts. I noticed the coverage of the Blackhawks, and while I couldn't get them on TV, I noticed they were broadcast on radio - WIND out of Chicago.
I began tuning in, and that's where I was introduced to Pat Foley. He made the game as vivid as could be imagined given that it was on radio - and the broadcast conveyed the excitement of what that arena was like - the fabled Chicago Stadium. I got quickly hooked on such matchups as the Neal Broten/Dino Ciccarelli North Stars, and the Bernie Federko led St. Louis Blues.
I made my first trip to Chicago Stadium at 16. We bought tix from Ticketron and made the trip to "The Madhouse On Madison." I couldn't believe how small that building was for the number of people it held. And I couldn't believe how loud it was. Hockey in person is the best spectator sport in existence, and in that building - with no seat more than 100 feet from the playing surface, it seemed so intimate. Even the standing room seemed close, and seats in the 10th row mezzanine seemed too good to be true. When they played the anthem through that organ, that building shook.
Saw a bunch of games in that building - often got mom to write dentist appointment notes so I could skip school and get tickets for the big matchups. They were good in those days, although not quite good enough - they seemed to keep running into Gretzky's Oilers. I remember one game where the Oilers outscored the Hawks 12-9 - Gretzky didn't score but he had 9 assists. As much as it hurt, you couldn't help but be amazed at just how good they were. They knew how to pass. And how to finish.
It's been an addiction ever since. One can imagine the joy when they finally won the cup in 2010. I never thought I would see it, especially after the early United Center era when things were really rough. People really gave up on "Dollar Bill", and many came to the UC disguised as empty seats. That was a tough transition, as was the new building, which is so full of luxury suites that four Chicago Stadiums would fit in United Center's footprint. That upper level requires an oxygen tank from the thin air So it's a different experience, but they are winning big now, so it's all good - but I'll never forget, and will always cherish those old days in the Stadium.
I watch the playoffs every year - Hawks or not, and enjoy Olympic hockey too - the highlight of the Winter Games. Cable makes it much more accessible and enjoyable - it's a long way from tuning in on that table radio when I first discovered Blackhawks hockey. I also enjoy the local semi-pro team too, who won two cups in the Colonial League some years back. They were great medicine during those lean Hawks years, and great fun for the $$$.