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I wish I could remember the details a little better.

I’ve looked this up on HockeyReference.com, and I’m pretty sure it was December 20th, 1987 and a game against the Bruins. I know it was the Bruins for sure, and that would have made me six-years-old. I don’t remember if it was that night or the one previous that my father came home and asked my brother Adam if he wanted to go to the Hawks game that night. What I do remember is that about 0.8 seconds after Adam said he did, I piped up,
“I do too!” Because if Adam wanted to go, then I wanted to go. That’s how it worked on just about everything in my life then, and it’s pretty much remained that way.

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Even in a serious post I’m not going to miss a chance to quote Salt N’ Pepa. I’m sure you understand.

There’s been an issue at play for a while now, one that I’ve either ignored or scoffed at. Neither of those approaches is correct, and that’s what I aim to correct here now. The furor over Evander Kane these past couple days, probably something worthy of its own discussion sometime, has once again highlighted the problem of racism in hockey and its coverage. And not for the first time this season, the discussion has turned to the name and logo of this blog and publication. It’s time we have that discussion.

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Even in a serious post I’m not going to miss a chance to quote Salt N’ Pepa. I’m sure you understand.

There’s been an issue at play for a while now, one that I’ve either ignored or scoffed at. Neither of those approaches is correct, and that’s what I aim to correct here now. The furor over Evander Kane these past couple days, probably something worthy of its own discussion sometime, has once again highlighted the problem of racism in hockey and its coverage. And not for the first time this season, the discussion has turned to the name and logo of this blog and publication. It’s time we have that discussion.

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You may have noticed this weekend that there’s a new link on our menu bar up top there. Right next to The Store. Maybe you didn’t. Well, it’s time you did.

We know that this is the time of year where we get a lot of new visitors. The playoffs are coming, more people are interested in the Hawks, more are seeking out (better) coverage than they get from the mainstream. We’re happy to welcome you in.

But we also know that at times we speak a different language here. It’s a dialect that’s mutated and formed over the six years we’ve been doing this, combined with the loose relationship all of us have with sobriety. We’re sure it can be confusing. There’s a lot of codes and nicknames and whatever else. Hang around long enough and you’ll be well-versed in it enough to find the bathroom, but we know some people are frightened off.

It’s the same in the comments. Our loyal readers have developed their own customs and language in their playpen, and it can seem a bit boys club to the uninitiated.

Well, we’re here to help. Many of our readers got together and wrote the following “Guide To The Committed Indian.” In it, they go through every term, nickname, and weird other shit we like to delve into and define it for you. So if you didn’t know what “laaaarmered” means, or who in the hell we were talking about with “NACHOS!”, now you will.

You can always find it on the top menu bar, but it’s printed in its entirety after the jump.

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Keep the line movin’ again…

what do you see as the single biggest obstacle to the Hawks repeating? – Mighty Mike D

Fatigue. That sounds arrogant, but honestly with the shortened offseason, the Olympics, and the general toll that playoff run takes on a team, it’s hard to envision anyone navigating it unless you’re a super team. Realignment softens the blow, because the Hawks aren’t going to have to scrape for a playoff spot this time (I hope) and probably can manage the division pretty easily unless the Blues don’t fall apart (which I still think they will). Other than that, the Kings will still be waiting.

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I’ll answer as many of these as I can before I pass out. Pick up where I left off tomorrow. Let’s kick this pig, Captain Dodge! Leave her squealin’ from the feelin’!

This may be a toughie: All time favorite bar in Chicago?
…and maybe a little less tough: All time LEAST favorite bar in Chicago. -fromheretoinfirmay

That is a toughie. I live at the Huttenbar here in Lincoln Square, but that’s too easy. Jake’s in Lincoln Park used to be a blast, but isn’t quite the same these days. Map Room during the week is a good time, but not on weekends. Let’s go with the Long Room, only because the guys who own it are the balls.

Worst? Barleycorn. It might not even be close.