When I was a kid in the 80s and 90s, my hatred of the Blackhawks ran deep. Kids are emotional creatures, and sometimes they’re pretty irrational. This wasn’t an irrational hatred, though. This was the most reasoned, well-thought out level of contempt that a ten year old kid could manage. It was also openly encouraged by every adult around me, every newspaper, every broadcast of a Blues game on KPLR.
I had to hate the Blackhawks. And as someone who hated the Blackhawks, there had to be some players that I also had to deeply dislike.