St. Louis - what can be said?
The Blues made the Stanley Cup Finals in each of their first three years, a result of a drastically unbalanced NHL where the expansion teams in the West were cannon fodder for the winners of the East. Indeed, the Blues did not win a game in these three Finals appearances, and haven't returned to the SCF since their last appearance 49 years ago.
In addition to this rich hockey history, the Gateway to the West is one of the only places in the country where one can enjoy a 3x3" rectangular slice of 'pizza', consisting of a oregano-and-garbage cracker base and topped with Provel cheese - what a treat.
Visitors can also venture down to Busch Stadium to take in a game with the Classiest Fans in Sports. Get your tickets to pray the gay away with Lance Berkman! If you're lucky, you'll get to witness a standing ovation next time a former Cardinals callup returns to town. Bonus points if you can recite the alphabet backwards before the classy display concludes.
St. Louis is more Alabama than hockey town. Their reputation for class is akin to the 'sincerity' of Southern hospitality - an unctuous guise over a deep-seated smugness, despite having won but three championships since 1983 between the Cardinals, Blues, and Rams (RIP).
That brings us to the 2018-19 St. Louis Blues, a team that doesn't merit more than a few lines of lazy writing. Jordan Binnington is an AHL goaltender. Craig Berube is rolling the corpse of Jay Bouwmeester out there for 23 minutes a night. Ryan O'Reilly is an impoverished man's Patrice Bergeron. Maybe David Perron can be traded and re-acquired again before Game 1. And did you guys know Pat Maroon is from St. Louis?????
The road to Stanley Cup number 7 is paved with Provel. It starts tomorrow night.
PS "Gloria" fucking sucks
The Blues made the Stanley Cup Finals in each of their first three years, a result of a drastically unbalanced NHL where the expansion teams in the West were cannon fodder for the winners of the East. Indeed, the Blues did not win a game in these three Finals appearances, and haven't returned to the SCF since their last appearance 49 years ago.
In addition to this rich hockey history, the Gateway to the West is one of the only places in the country where one can enjoy a 3x3" rectangular slice of 'pizza', consisting of a oregano-and-garbage cracker base and topped with Provel cheese - what a treat.
Visitors can also venture down to Busch Stadium to take in a game with the Classiest Fans in Sports. Get your tickets to pray the gay away with Lance Berkman! If you're lucky, you'll get to witness a standing ovation next time a former Cardinals callup returns to town. Bonus points if you can recite the alphabet backwards before the classy display concludes.
St. Louis is more Alabama than hockey town. Their reputation for class is akin to the 'sincerity' of Southern hospitality - an unctuous guise over a deep-seated smugness, despite having won but three championships since 1983 between the Cardinals, Blues, and Rams (RIP).
That brings us to the 2018-19 St. Louis Blues, a team that doesn't merit more than a few lines of lazy writing. Jordan Binnington is an AHL goaltender. Craig Berube is rolling the corpse of Jay Bouwmeester out there for 23 minutes a night. Ryan O'Reilly is an impoverished man's Patrice Bergeron. Maybe David Perron can be traded and re-acquired again before Game 1. And did you guys know Pat Maroon is from St. Louis?????
The road to Stanley Cup number 7 is paved with Provel. It starts tomorrow night.
PS "Gloria" fucking sucks