The Sporting Goods | Black man, Blackhawk fan
I’ve been a Chicago Blackhawks fan as long as I can remember. I’ve been black as long as I can remember, too.
Being black and a hockey fan are two things that do not usually go together, like Mitt Romney and beer pong. When I go to games, I get a few double takes, as I’m distinctly in the minority at the United Center. But when it comes down to it, I have always been treated like everyone else. No complaints.
The question, I think, as fans endure an autumn and possibly a winter without the NHL, is what compels us to love hockey in the first place. In my instance, how does a black kid who grew up by 71st Street become a hockey fan? My mother and father were teachers in the Chicago Public School system. Since both of them had summers off, we did a lot of traveling. So I got to step outside of familiar surroundings. I learned to think differently. They taught me to look beyond the obvious and immediate.
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