blues lose at home cuz of lady gaga and the rest of the gay girly poppy crap our lame ass dj plays. I understand ownership prolly/maybe influences a lot of the playlist so a lot of people high up deserve blame. how the fuck do we expect our team representing our city and our supposedly hardass fanbase to get pumped to shit like taylor swift. this isn't our tradition. this isn't blues hockey. this isn't what i know and love(d). this isn't my heaven anymore. pleau, you've been here. you know this. maybe you should call out more than the team that you knew to be a finished puzzle 3 months ago. besides another sniper and a captain, they are pretty damn close to the team i want to grow with until that life-defining day on market. a fairy-blue bear dances on the jumbo-tron infront of screens that look like gay bars and sure enough, fags at the game belly dance along with him. fucking despicable.
if i was donning the note, id be embarassed at what i call home these days too and don't know if i could get in the right mindset to crush skulls and play with the necessary intensity either. put down your faggy power play hands, cry for some fucking sabbath, rage, alice in chains, bizkit, zeppelin, guns n roses, system of a down, foo fighters and metallica like in the old days and shut your wimpy mouth about how your team doesn't represent your dedication anymore. if your just catching on and didn't care 2, 5, 7, 10, 15 years ago etc, i don't want you at our arena. if you started coming once we got on a roll last year, you are not a blues fan. your a bandwagoner and can move on to la or phoenix. if monday night miracle sends your mind to football, eat a sack of shit. if the name ricci doesn't make you want to strangle the nearest bum not scalping or playin a saxophone, go play baseball.
if plager doesn't ring a bell, flat out fuck you. if you dance, cheer, or even get half excited about fag dancing to mortal combat, you don't need to be at a game. sit the fuck on the couch and let upper deck drunks be loud, threatening but responsible and enthusiastic drunks, fighters fight for a game changing swing (not just to amuse your fag ass about a fist to fist engagement that you'll never grow the balls to embark upon) and true hockey fans watch, root, scream, cheer, and cry with their team (not your team) while you watch disney channel with your mom and 4th grade niece in your humble family environment not knowing what the fuck "tag-up offsides" means. not to rag on family, threres a place for it, but the goddamn KIEL center is not it. sweet, we sell out because we incorporate family into the game... know that this is the price you pay, ownership... murray. he who makes a beast out of himself gets rid of the pain of bein a losing club. pass it on to the boys n maybe they'll grow a pair. steen scored tuesday and was the only one to skate by the bench giving high fives. why is the rest of your team not enthused by a goal. your getting paid enough to not only come up with an answer, but change it as well... i just want to be INSPIRED again, win, lose or draw. i've walked out of the 57pt season with less of an urge to veer off 70... go hockey. fuck.