Friday, April 23, 2010


Yesterday morning, I was crossing the bridge over the Chicago River and noticed about a half-dozen Canadian geese squawking away down on the surface of the river. They were really kicking up a ruckus. I wondered if any of them could have been our beloved Gertrude and Stanley.

At the end of the bridge was a homeless man, asking pedestrians for money. As I waiting for the light to change, he said to me, “What’s wrong with them black hawks?”

“Those are Canadian geese,” I replied.

“No! The black hawks,” he said emphatically.

“Those are all Canadian geese,” I replied, stressing my point.

“No! Hockey!” he said, making the motion of swinging a hockey stick.

“What about hockey?” I retorted, thinking that he was making a connection between hockey and the fact that these geese were from Canada.

He shook his head and muttered something in disgust. The light changed and I went on my way.

Then it dawned on me. Was the name of Chicago’s hockey team the Black Hawks?

Funny, I thought it was the Ice-Bats or something like that.

The dude definitely picked the wrong guy to banter about sports with.



At 11:39 AM , Blogger Bob said...

I would have handled it the same way.
I don't follow the volleyball.

At 2:30 PM , Blogger Miss Healthypants said...

LOL! Oh, Dooder...ohhh, Dooder...we need to teach you about Chicago sports!! :)


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