Two billion light years ago, when I was teenager at Evanston Township High School, I loved the Chicago Blackhawks.

But despite all the goals he scored and games he won—despite the fact that he once heroically played with a broken jaw—Blackhawks owner Arthur Wirtz, too cheap to be believed, didn’t give Hull the deal he deserved. And so, in 1972, Hull signed a contract for more money with the Winnipeg Jets and left Chicago.

Even Bobby Hull reconciled with the team a few years ago. But for me the damage was too great to undo.

“No,” said Matt. “He prematurely killed Bobby Hull.”

Even though the Golden Jet is not only very much alive, but a regular around town—as anyone who’s even remotely familiar with the Hawks can tell you.

Yeah, right. I wasn’t falling for this bullshit. I figured Fioretti was messing with me. Probably talked a friend into coming on the phone to pull my leg.