I Want My Hawks On TV!

I've blogged occasionally and nastily about the Chicago Blackhawks' owner, referring to him derisively as "Dollar Bill" Wirtz. And now I need to stop because, well, he died. But Wirtz's sons are soldiering on. Against all odds (and the Wirtz family gene pool) they've begun rebuilding a ruined brand. They're even putting some home games on free, local TV this season. Gasp.

Maybe you'll permit me a big fat I WAS RIGHT! FREE TV WORKS! (I'm right so seldom - just ask the Tri-Daughters - that I must call attention to it when it does happen.)

Yes, the Hawks beat the loathsome Detroit Red Wings last Sunday; the United Center was full and rockin' AND I'm told the game was broadcast locally. Wow! A full stadium AND kids at home in their jammies watching a great game on TV and, just possibly, becoming the next generation of season ticket-holding fans. Using the media's power to create more fans! Building goodwill and a fan base! Think of the possibilities!

Uh-oh. Mr. Wirtz used to say "...when hell freezes over..." The end of the world must be at hand.

In the meantime, Mr. Wirtz, rest in peace. Your sons are doing OK so far! And so are the Hawks, much to my long-suffering amazement.

iPod shuffle: "My One and Only Love" by John Coltrane and Johnny Hartman, from the eponymous album. Great jazz, lush and romantic. Wish you were here.