In the winter of 1969, when I was 15, I went to O'Hare Field in Chicago to try to get autographs of the Chicago Blackhawks after they returned from a road trip from Toronto. Their plane was delayed by fog and it didn't land until 3 in the morning. Still, even at that late hour, the Blackhawks were so popular that almost a hundred fans were waiting along with me at the terminal hoping the players would sign for us.
Finally, off the plane they came. Stan Mikita, Doug Mohns, Pierre Pilote, Chico Maki and all the rest. Believe it or not, we let them all go by. We were waitng for Bobby Hull. Perhaps by design, Hull was the last player off the plane. When he arrived, we surrounded him asking for autographs.
Even though it was 3 in the morning, there was Hull, smiling and signing for everyone and posing for pictures. We were all on cloud nine.
Then we raced down the long airport hallway to get the other players to sign for us. They couldn't have been nicer. Mikita, and everybody was as nice as could be. We were just kids and everyone just sort of looked at each other, clutching our autographs, smiling, and thinking just how great this was.
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