It was a gigantic joke. Mason got left hanging out to dry more than my great-grandmother's laundry. Larue was his usual, "No loose body part, no foul" refereeing, while the other striped idiot continued his one-man campaign against the Blues by swallowing his whistle in the Blues offensive zone, while looking for ANYTHING he could call against the blues. (Check his stats.)
But, in the theme of the night, here's one for you:
Why are Imperial Storm Troopers like St. Louis Blues hockey players?
They both shoot a lot and can't hit a damn thing.