I'm forever saddened that the Hawks cast Chelios off at the end of his career - or so Wirtz & Co. thought when they didn't want to pay the Norris winner in 99 or so and gave the fucking guy away TO THE FUCKING RED WINGS for Anders Ericson and a bag of pucks (I didn't have to Google this). Chelly only went on to play like another 30 years and lead the league in +/- a few times. Guy was a beast.
Chelios was a Chicago guy. Born and raised. I caught the news he had to leave the Wings to be closer to his Mom whom I'd have to assume is old as fuck a few days ago, and I'm glad he can get a check with and represent the Hawks. We need more 90s Hawks and less 60s Hawks as ambassadors anyway. Get me JR. Get me Joe Murphy, Get me Tony Amonte. Get me Sergei Krivokrasov. Gt me Eric Daze. Get me Eric Weinrich. Bring them to me.
I'll never forget the first time I walked into Chelly's Chili down the road from the UC. I was home. I was among my brethren. Then they dealt him for nothing and ruined it.
Anyway, I welcome Chris Chelios back with open arms and will never stop loving him. At one point I had 3 Chelios jerseys. Home White (at the time white was home), 3rd black, and Nagano Olympics.
Funny aside - the 90s were my heyday as a Hawks fan. It never was more important to me. ESPN used to air outdoor beach street hockey. One day this guy was playing and talking mad shit and getting into tons of scrums on the rink. He looked just like Chris Chelios - turns out it was his brother Steve Chelios. #pointlessstory
Thanks for letting me rant about Chris Chelios this morning. ?