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Alright… picture it, da United Center… it’s a sunny afternoon… and da Blackhawks — our beloved Blackhawks — are down 6–1 going into da bottom of da 8th.
So we’re sittin’ there… eatin’ Polish sausages, sippin’ da brewskis, and we’re thinkin’… “Eh, dis one’s over.”
AND THEN… BAM!
Ten runs. TEN. Like a runaway freight train of bratwurst and brute force. Ron Hextall steps up — DA HEX MAN — and just launches one. Then another. Two homers, four RBIs… pure poetry in pinstripes, my friends.
Los Angeles is standin’ there like a bunch of guys who just got run over by a tailgating party. Edgar Valdivia throws a meatball… Hextall eats it for lunch. 3-run shot. BOOM. Hawks up 9-6.
Couple more runs later and it’s 11–6, and we’re sittin’ back like,
“Da Hawks… Da Hawks… DA HAWKS!!!” 🏒🍻
Series? 2–0, baby. We’re rollin’ into LA hotter than a Vienna beef on a summer grill.
Final score: Blackhawks 11, Kings 6.
Hextall? Legend. Sausage? Delicious.
Los Angeles? Sad.
DAAAAA HAWKS! 🖤❤️🖤❤️
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