I honestly don’t know what to make of these 2013 Hawks. I thought that the physicality of the Los Angeles Kings would start to turn the tide of this series after game three and what happens? The Hawks beat the Kings at their own game in a 3-2 grind fest. So after all of my worrying and fretting, the Hawks are up three games to one and are now five wins away from the holy NHL grail. Two NHL Champions in four years. Who would’ve thought it way back when? A little while ago I was afraid that Detroit had adapted the Phoenix Coyotes blueprint and that my Stanley Cup bridge to football would crumble upon itself. What do you know? The Hawks seized the momentum and managed to find a way to keep the Wings from neutralizing their speed and their puck possession game. Maybe I’m wondering why I’m not in a Stanley Cup mindset just yet. This playoff run has felt like a slog. Every time I think the Hawks have the answer they seem to leave me with more questions. Every time I think there are more questions to answer, the Hawks emphatically come up with an answer almost at will. At this point, maybe I should just do a Craig Ferguson and just rip up the cue cards and enjoy the ride. No no, this is no time to relax. Do you know how many teams have come back from a three games to one deficit to win a series in the NHL? The Hawks just did it for crying out loud. Maybe I should just accept the fact that my cynical nature has creeped into the very subconscious of my Blackhawk fandom. Maybe I should accept the fact that I won’t be totally at ease riding the Blackhawk express on Stanley Cup road until the convoy pulls into Stanley Cup Junction with Lord Stanley’s ultimate grail. I’ll exhale and then I’ll ponder whether Corey Crawford is worthy of an extension and what the potential loss of a Bryan Bickell will mean to the franchise long term. This is me, the Woody Allen of Chicago Sports. Go Hawks!!!
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