Diary
June 10, 2010

After my second morning class finished at 10:45 China time, I leisurely dashed back to my home, flipping up my computer, firing up the slingbox app and dialing home on Skype to watch the Hawks game with my Dad. Luckily, or not so possibly, the game had gone into overtime, letting me watch live.

Extra period started with a lazy cross ice pass by Duncan Keith, who’d also been lazy on Philadelphia’s first goal, not taking care of the man screening Niemi, which was intercepted and almost led to a breakaway. Chatting with pop and observing all of a sudden I heard … they won. Slingblade is on a little bit of a delay for me, so I had to wait, but then sure enough I saw Patrick Kane’s shot find its way to the back of the net, and with that, the Chicago Blackhawks were the 2010 Stanley Cup Champions.

Following a lifetime of disappointment as a Hawks fan and Chicagoland youth hockey player, I can now speak of my franchise with pride – only disappointment being that I have not followed the team at all since I’ve left America, making me a bit of a fair weather fan, but better fair weather than no weather!

Called my oldest hockey teammate and friend to chat. He mentioned how Kane’s goal reminded him of Crosby’s the year before to win the cup then we reminisced about the days when we watched games as high school students for $8 sitting up in the rafters and how far the Hawks had come.

They won the cup. They won the frigging cup.