Starting very early on the nearby lake, my dad had me, my brother, and all of the neighborhood kids out on the ice the day it froze. I very clearly remember them coming to the door... skates over shoulders, sticks in hand, covered head to toe in winter gear...looking for Harry to take them to the lake. How he became the their favorite is clear. He moved around the ice at lightning speed, let all of the kids play, taught them his tricks.
I still love the ice, love the feeling of a pair of skates under my feet as I glide around the smooth surface. Love holding the kids' hands as they tiptoe around it, watching and trying to get it right. Another bunch of kids searching for a way to make their movements as fluid as my dads.
When Turbo came around it was inevitable that he someday gain a love for the sport.
It took over 10 years, but last night it was him I heard shouting from his front row TV seat as the Blackhawks skated their way to a win over the Canucks.
Here, it is a happy day. We're going to talk highlights, praise Patty Kane, sing Here Come the Hawks. Most importantly, we're going to rejoice in being one step closer to the Cup.
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I'd like to state for the record that we, in Vegas, were surrounded by 100 crazy Canadians while we cheered on the Blackhawks @ ESPN Zone! We're so glad they won, and you all should be happy to know the fam has another recent convert. Count us in for a Hawks game next year with everyone!
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