With those words, Mike Emrick closed out Game 4 of the NHL's Western Conference Finals and the Chicago Blackhawks sweep of the San Jose Sharks.

Completely unremarkable that this supreme collection of talent has advanced to play for the Stanley Cup. Unfathomable that they are wearing an Indian head on their red sweaters.

Just 3 seasons ago, you couldn't give tickets away. Four seats, three rows off the glass between the blue line and the goal line were left to be used by two young boys, their father and their uncle.

As the national anthem started, tepid applause and scattered cheering rose from a sparse crowd of maybe 6,000. The father leaned to the uncle and said, "These kids will never know what used to happen here. It's gone and it's never coming back."

Man, was that wrong.

The finer points of hockey is barely known to this writer. For informed opinions on things like center zone traps, please head to Hockee Night, Fifth Feather, or Second City Hockey (just be sure to avoid any BCB bashing at that last site).

But, for the next few weeks, the still-under-.500 Cubs will be ignored (as they still deserve) and the focus will be on Jonathan Toews, Patrick Kane, Antti Niemi, Patrick Sharp, Dustin Byfuglien, Kris Versteeg, and the championship trophy that will soon call Chicago home for the first time in nearly 50 years.