Smoke my stuff and drink all my wine: HockeeNight
Fulfillment: LA Times
Stepping up for others: Suntimes
I can wait: SCH
I can hope: TSN
That because its hard to be effective when there isn’t one: Sportsnet.CA
Smoke my stuff and drink all my wine: HockeeNight
Fulfillment: LA Times
Stepping up for others: Suntimes
I can wait: SCH
I can hope: TSN
That because its hard to be effective when there isn’t one: Sportsnet.CA

Chicago Craft Beer Week is now upon us, so who better to celebrate the occasion than one of Chicago’s own brewmasters? Doug Hurst is the owner/brewmaster of Metropolitan Brewery and he, along with his fantastic team, has been making some of Chicago’s best beers in their Ravenswood brewery for the last several years. With a love for German styles, Metro focuses exclusively on making lagers, incredibly rare for craft breweries since ales are far quicker and easier to produce.
Their year round beers (Krankshaft, Dynamo and Flywheel), are all incredible examples of what American craft has to offer for traditional German beers. You’ll personally find me drowning myself in Krankshaft just about every time I head to The Whirlaway for any Hawks game. I’ve written about it in our game day program before but it really is a perfect beer for watching a hockey game. Only 5% ABV, it’s light and easy drinking with a taste of light hay, lemon and touch of sweetness, you’re able to put down many of them without really losing your head. Not to say I haven’t tried. Metropolitan’s current seasonal is Arc Welder, a dunkel rye lager, which is especially great for this weather since it refuses to actually get warm.
While visiting Cologne, I once almost got my ass kicked by several incredibly drunk Germans for insisting that while their city was great, Chicago was better. Now is the time to prove it. There are plenty of amazing events going on for the next week surrounding craft beer in our city. Come out to Sportsman Club on Saturday and I’ll likely buy you a beer. Drink craft, drink local, celebrate one of craft’s many bearded brewers.

A couple of months ago, I wrote a post here mentioning all the things I like about Joel Quenneville. It felt necessary, because I spend a good chunk of my time complaining and pointing out perceived flaws, such as lineup management and sometimes getting caught cold by the opposing coach. Or at least trying to illustrate all the ways the roster he’s been given covers up some mistakes.
Watching the Penguins and Bruins eat it the past two nights, I’m reminded of one of the bigger points of that post: The Hawks’ attitude.
These things are impossible to measure or quantify, but I can state pretty confidently that Boston’s meltdown and “message sending” (defined in other circles as “dick measuring”) didn’t help their cause in Game 7. It looked a lot like a team that had run out of answers against a team it really should have been beating. It looked like a team that was terrified it was going out, which is what they looked like again when they played a very timid Game 7.
There are few actors in Hollywood of whom it can be said their mere presence in a movie elevates the level of acting talent involved, and one of those is the occasionally bearded Sam Rockwell.

Danger Central: ESPN Chicago
Root for triple OT: PHT
The handshake line proves that hockey players are the classiest: PD
The chase goes on: NHL
Well okay then: SI

I’m not too sure there’s been a series in this era of Blackhawks Era that when it was over the overwhelming feeling was relief. But that’s how it goes when you’re outplayed, and at times massively, for at least three and probably four games and yet you still come out of it. Life finds a way.
All of it leaves Hawks Nation in a strange position of being delighted to be back defending the Western conference championship but pretty urpy about what might come next. Probably a pretty good time to take a state of the union as the Hawks sit halfway to another parade.

Crawford..Crawford..Crawford: Hockeenight
88 made it 8: Chicago Tribune
75% percent chance of an Original Six Cup Winner: NY TIMES
Christ, I hope not: HuffPo
Go Habs Go: Gazette
Game 7’s are tougher: 538
Hello Seattle: TSN
Fancystats vs. Eye-Test II: MCHOCKEY
This is going to be truly awesome: Deadspin

Box Score
Event Summary
Extra Skater
Earlier today, I was debating whether or not I should watch this game from home or if I should head to the bar. After a long day at work, I thought it was best if I go to my couch. I didn’t want to drink tonight, I had decided. And when Kris Versteeg put in a goal off a great move off the boards that bounced passed Bryz, I thought I might just be able to get away with a game where the temptation wouldn’t be that much. After all, a game where the Hawks score a goal before the opponents even record a shot is a damn good thing. “They’ll put this away early. I’ll get the recap up and have a good night’s sleep”, I hoped.
That plan went to shit about 2 and half minutes into the second period.
It’s staring me down
Wearing a crown of apathy
I’m standing around
Dressed like a clown
Don’t know my name
You know where to find me