This Is How Shit Gets Broke

I actually was getting sick to my stomach in the third period. It sucks. Sucks bad.

Now I remember what it was like when the Blues were important, dangerous. It felt weird to emotionally live and die with each play. I want that feeling back all the time. Every time.

No, I don’t take this shit too seriously. Why do you ask?

If you combine the number of comments in the first at Nucks Misconduct and our second and third periods, we easily topped 1,000 again.

My boyfriend caught the towel from Towlie after the first goal. We debated whether to throw it back, worried about the bad luck it would bring us, especially after reading Gift’s piece in the Game Time. Clearly we should have thrown it back. Sorry guys.

Mason’s a little premature on that playoff beard, eh?

I went to the game with a bunch of other med/grad students, whom I believe were my friends when we entered the arena…and ceased to be my friends sometime during the third period. Probably about the time I yelled “JESUS TITTYFUCKING CHRIST THIS FUCKING TEAM SUCKS A BIG BAG OF DONKEY COCKS” after the go-ahead goal.

Defense sucked. Mason was out of position on at least 2 of the goals. Glad to see he’s taken being named THE FUCKING GUY so seriously. Jackman is a fucking liability. I don’t think he completed a pass (to a Blues player, anyway) all night.

But…with the way the West is playing out, if we can get 4 points from the Preds & Hawks, there still might be hope.

Does McDonald have a small head or a really big neck?

If I were a true hockey fan (without being biased towards one team) that would have been a great game to watch. If I were a (pardon my language) Canucks fan, that would have been a season-topping game to watch.

As a Blues fan, that 3rd period was harder to watch than most of the rest of the crap that I’ve seen this season or any season since the strike. Nobody looked like they were trying to keep a puck out of their own net in the third period other than whomever stopped Henrik Sedin from scoring twice with 30 seconds left or so. It was really pitiful.

Mason got burned twice on goals where the puck bounced off of a defenseman right onto an opponents tape 2 feet out and once on a shot that deflected off of a Blues player’s stick. Those are acceptable goals. They suck, but they are acceptable. I don’t know if it was Kesler or Burrows goal, but that needs to be kept out. I didn’t see Sundin’s first one.

To get this turned around:
Mason’s got to stop more than 70% of the shots in the 2nd and 3rd combined.
Your best defensive defensemen (Jackman and McKee, I’m looking at you) have to better than -2, especially when two of their goals come on the power play.
After the goal to tie the game at 4-4, you have to drop the gloves again to try to get some momentum back, or at least some life back into the crowd to help you out.

That’s my post-game synopsis.

This team goes up and down so much I feel like I’m at Didney Land on the big roller coaster

I wasn’t feeling too good last night and bowed out of the Nuck and GDT only to recover in the turd and watch yet another epic meltdown.

 I’m find myself too weak to toss any TVs so take this as my lame attempt at indignation.

You really can’t blame Chris Mason for the loss last night. As Kerber said on the post game, it was a team loss last night. Mason stood on his head in the 1st period but should have had that 4th goal. Jackman didn’t have a real strong game last night. 4 out of the 5 starters for the Blues were rookies, including a pairing of Strachan and Wagner (yikes!). Backes was invisible…

It was a team collapse last night. We have to beat Nashville and Chicago to get some momentum back..

Ahh, much better.

“I’m not angry, I’m just disappointed. … No, actually, I’m really goddamn angry.”

Like most, I expected this Blues’ late-season surge to eventually fall short. Just didn’t expect it to fall short because they pissed a game like this away. I figured it’d be injuries, bad breaks, too much ground to make up — not this. The standings/points swing was huge, and they had it in their hands.

I caught a lot of this one while monitoring the Isles game and lurking at the Nucks thread (btw, hilarious job everybody). Then I had to leave for my own hockey game, while the Blues still led this one. In the car, they blew the lead. I get to the rink, they’ve blown the whole damned game.

Oh, and of course the Isles gave the Kings two choice points. Lovely night.

…and I’m a St. Louis Blues Fan.

Group: Hi, Rich

Group Leader: So, why don’t you tell us how you came to be here.

Well, its the same old story, really. I mean, you grow up in the St. Louis area and temptation is everywhere. Hell, Brian Sutter even came and talked to our Cub Scout group. I was amazed. I mean here was a guy who didn’t comb his hair or shave regularly and even the grownups were showing him the love. So, I began to think it wouldn’t be so bad to follow them a little bit…nothing serious, you see… maybe just the same way one might follow the Billikens when they don’t actively suck.

Group Leader: And when did you know things had gone “too far”

Well, it is kinda hard to talk about it now… but there was this guy named Garth Butcher…

Group: AUGH!!!

Group Leader: Please! You must not say that name! Hear, hear Mrs. Tilson, I’m sure he didn’t mean it… there, there…. oh I’ll just let her sob for awhile.

Group Leader: You may continue

Well, after the trade for….for he who must not be named, I found that I handled each following Blues debacle a little less rationally. I mean there was so much… like the Scott Stevens incident… anything involving New Jersey really was like a dagger to the chest… Mike Keenan! (Oh, sorry Mrs. Tilson…does anyone have some tissue?) I won’t even mention the goalies the club made me root for…. but Roman Turek? There is only so much a human being can stand.

Group Leader: And Rich?? C’mon, you must let it all out.

OK, so maybe I would occasionally throw something. Sometimes it would be something small… a pillow or the coffee table… but eventually I moved onto more, um, fragile things.

Group Leader: Yes.

I got to the point where no tv remote control was safe. One playoff campaign I went through three in a week… and then there was the time we lost to the Sharks in the first round. After that I torched the entire house.

Group Leader: And since that time

Well, they sent me to a quiet place where I could be seperated from my destructive tendencies. It was a hard process. In fact do you remember the get-up Hannibal Lecter was tied up in for that movie? I was in something like that for awhile. I only got out yesterday.

So how are the Blues doing anyway?

(I’ve no idea why I just wrote this.)