The Chicago Blackhawks win the Stanley Cup and Bobby Hull is there to capitalize on their success. It is only fitting. Arguably, the best forward that ever played the game, Hull played when professional hockey players were only drafted if they were born in Canada. There were just six teams and the athletes had to have off-season jobs to make ends meet.
At the height of his career, Hull made about as much as a “star’s” game check is today. Hull was a fast skating, hard-shooting, hard-drinking poster-boy of the Blackhawks from 1957 till 1972 when he jump from the NHL to the WHA. Hull had joked that he’d sign elsewhere if he was offered one million dollars and the owner of the Winnipeg Jets made the offer and signed the NHL’s preeminent start to a 10-year contract.
Hull retired in 1980. It took until the death of Blackhawks owner, Bill Wirtz, for amends to be made with his former team. Wirtz’s son, Rocky, took over the team and offered Hull an ambassador’s position with the club. Hull had a tumultuous relationship with his first wife and mother of his three boys. It is quite humorous that he never really mentions her name in the book, but rather refers to her as “their mother.”
If one is looking for a book that honors one of the greatest sports heroes of all-time, this book will meet that need. It is arranged like a tabernacle.