You know when you go to a BlackHawks game, and you’re eating nachos and ice cream with a jumbo soda, and you’re jumping and screaming and cheering when the Hawks score, and you’re up all night in the driveway getting autographs, making signs and you’re totally feeling awesome, and the moms and dads are drinking all their beer? Yeah, that’s awesome. Then when you get home, the very next day, that’s the BlackHawk Hangover.
You’re wearing your new jersey to school, with Shaw’s and Rozsival’s autographs, and you would’ve gotten Kane’s if he’d waited just one second more, and Toews’s girlfriend was driving, so she’d sped right past you. The whole class crowds around you, all excited and in awe, and, man, when you tell the teacher you couldn’t finish your homework cause of the game, all the memories come floodin’ back.
That’s one of the best feelings ever. 🙂