By Jim Coffman
How much do we Chicagoans of a certain age really know about hockey anyway?
We barely saw the game growing up in the ’70s and ’80s unless we had a chance to go in person and my parents were definitely not hockey fans. I attended a handful of games through those years. The second balcony experience at the old Stadium was fascinating (it was an awesome view from seats that felt like they were almost hanging out over the ice – until the ever-growing cloud of cigarette smoke began to obscure sight lines after the second intermission).
But this fan never reached the point where I felt as though I could really appreciate the subtleties of the game.
Posted on March 11, 2013