How many times over how many seasons are we going to do this dance? I try to love you. I try to support you. All I do is give and give and give. I buy your tickets, your concessions, your sweaters, your insanely overpriced parking. All you do is take and take and rip my still beating heart from my chest every spring.
What are we doing….who am I kidding...I just...
I cannot deny it, you are MY hockey team. There is no other team for any of us. And, as of late you have been proving your love to me, even though you won’t shout it from the top of the Kiel like I want.
5-1 over your last 6 with three straight OT wins. You know me so well. You know I love drama from my hockey. I know the last 9 games looks daunting, but with my support and the support of the rest of us that bleed blue, this can be done. It’s only 3 measly points that separates you, I mean us, from the playoffs and another valiant run at Lord Stanley’s Cup.
Can you imagine that parade down market? I can see us now…
Confetti falls endlessly from the clear blue Midwestern sky. It’s a perfect 75 degrees. The Budweiser flows from an eternal tap and we drink until we’ve had our fill and then we drink some more. Vlady and Allen have chug offs from the cup. MacInnis and Hully look on in approval. Bernie just says…”ahhh, wingers and goalers these days.”
Grandfathers will tell grandsons about the days of Scotty Bowman and how close this once was...and how far away it all seemed the past 5 decades... But, that this year was THE year.
These are the dreams we all have, and I know you have them too, Blues. Just admit it. Share it out loud. Grab these dreams by the collar and wrestle them into the glass. Pull their jersey over their heads and go straight Garth Butcher on them until the Cup is ours. And ours alone.
Or...are you going to pull another John Casey and leave us all crying into our Busch Lights alone on an April evening under a sky full of rain? Which is it?
Don’t do this to us all again. Just win. Just skate. Just fulfill a promise 50 years in the making. Bring the cup to the STL. You owe it to yourself. And you owe it to us.
Sincerely,
Blues Nation
