My journey down to Wrigley Field holding a mock Stanley Cup on the night of the 2015 Blackhawks victory.
Lia Stoffle, February 28, 2017
As a Chicago native, hockey has always been a huge part of my life. I had an uncle who worked in the Blackhawk’s locker room, my dad worked on Stan Mikita’s house, I met Chris Chelios briefly and we reminisced about my uncle, and even the little one I provide childcare for plays on a travel hockey team. Now, those names may not mean much to those who are not interested in hockey, or are not from Chicago, but if you google them you’ll see what I’m talking about. The Blackhawks have won three Stanley Cups since 2010, which has made living near Wrigleyville, the sports center of Chicago, incredibly exciting. I will never forget being out at my favorite local dive with my boyfriend, surrounded by friends. We were all screaming at the televisions, our hearts racing as we watched the final seconds of the game. The clock ran out of time, and champagne showered over us. We had all paid out our tabs before the end of the game, and subsequently ran down to Wrigley Field to fill the intersection of Clark and Addison. It is probably my single favorite memory of living in the city so far.