A woman, green streaked hair, shouts
"I don't care if you don't care! Hawks Win!"
A mass of bodies filled with abandon
clog the sidewalks, lead by none.
There is a threat in the celebration.
Men chant "Let's Go Sluts!"
Danger is ever-present,
violence a certainty.
Honks and screams trumpet
the inebriated triumph
of those Chicagoans
concerned with pucks
nets, goals, sticks,
Stanley and his Cup.
It seems hollow to those not caught by the fervor
but tonight we are isolated and out numbered.
It is best we go unnoticed or stay indoors.
Victory is thick and acrid.
A city crazed by conquest and the Cup.
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