The Blackhawks were selling hope in Nashville, and I might be a sucker, but I'm buying
If I could load up some walk-up music for this column today, I’d be blasting The Who’s “Won’t Get Fooled Again.’’
That’s what I’d be doing if I was smart. But I’m not. I’m a sucker for good hockey. Just the slightest bit of good hockey, and I’m in love. Again. Despite myself. Despite knowing what...