Blues Pre-Game Inspirational Speeches

by Brad Lee on Mar 24, 2009 11:13 AM CDT Comment 19 comments

With just 10 games left on the schedule for the St. Louis Blues, we've asked a few folks to come in and give the team some inspiration. And as a special treat, we'll let you inside the dressing room to hear the words for yourself. To kick this off, we've arranged for Gen. George S. Patton to give a few words of encouragement. General...

Ok, fine it's Georg C. Scott as Patton. And he's dead. You get the idea.

Now, I want you to remember that no bastard ever won a hockey game by dying for his team. He won it by making the other poor dumb bastard die for his team.

Men, all this stuff you've heard about the Blues not wanting to fight, wanting to stay out of the playoffs, is a lot of horse dung. The Blues, traditionally, love to fight. All real Blues players love the sting of battle.

Now, the Blues are a team. They live, eat, sleep, fight as a team. This individuality stuff is a bunch of crap. The bilious bastards who wrote that stuff about individuality for the Saturday Evening Post don't know anything more about the NHL playoffs than they do about fornicating.

Now, we have the finest food and equipment, the best spirit, and the best men in the world. You know, by God, I actually pity those poor bastards we're going up against. By God, I do. We're not just going to check the bastards. We're going to cut out their living guts and use them to grease the treads of our Zambonis. We're going to murder those lousy Kings bastards by the bushel. Frankly, I didn't even know Los Angeles still had a team. And they won't after tonight.

Now, some of you boys, I know, are wondering whether or not you'll chicken-out during the game. Don't worry about it. I can assure you that you will all do your duty and skate short shifts while maintaining defesive responsibilities. The Kings are the enemy. Wade into them. Spill their blood. Punch them in the belly. When you put your hand into a bunch of goo that a moment before was your best friend's face, you'll know what to do.

Now there's another thing I want you to remember. I don't want to get any messages saying that we are holding our position in the NHL standings. We're not holding anything. Let the Nashville Predators do that. We are advancing constantly and we're not interested in holding onto anything -- except the enemy. We're going to hold onto him by the nose, and we're gonna kick him in the ass. We're gonna kick the hell out of him all the time, and we're gonna go through him like crap through a goose!

Now, there's one thing that you men will be able to say when you get back home, and you may thank God for it. Thirty years from now when you're sitting around your fireside with your grandson on your knee, and he asks you, "What did you do in NHL," you won't have to say, "Well, I shoveled shit in Peoria."

Alright now you sons-of-bitches, you know how I feel.

Let's go Blues!

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Time to piss in the Rhine

… or the LA River, or Paris Hilton or something.

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by Dominik on Mar 24, 2009 11:44 AM CDT reply actions

The ole man was cadre right after WWII at Fort Benning

Story was one night Patten’s boys got tanked up so to speak and went into town for some F&F. Once they was all locked up the police chief gets a call to turn the drunks loose for Patton to deal with. Chief declined the request so Patton rolled about 3 tanks into Columbus GA and had them present arms in front the police station. Chief set the lads free and all was well that day in Columbus.

Life is relevant. You can put your hands on a hot stove and a fraction of a second seems like hours. Yet you can put your hands on a hot woman and hours seem to turn into seconds.

by spectr17 on Mar 24, 2009 7:13 PM CDT up reply actions

Haha, aw man, great story.

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by Dominik on Mar 24, 2009 10:20 PM CDT up reply actions

Ahhhh yes, General George S. Patton.

The Knute Rockne of war preparation.

Give ’em hell, Blues!

"The world is getting to be such a dangerous place, a man is lucky to get out of it alive." -- W.C. Fields

by Donut King on Mar 24, 2009 12:15 PM CDT reply actions

More Gen Patton quotes:

"A good plan violently executed now is better than a perfect plan executed next week. "
Bring on Cam

"Nobody ever defended anything successfully, there is only attack and attack and attack some more. "
While we can defend all we want, we need goals to win. So attack boys.

"The test of success is not what you do when you are on top. Success is how high you bounce when you hit bottom. "
We’ve hit bottom for a few years. Right now I’m hoping we bounce up to 8th.
Next year we bounce higher.

“Accept the challenges so that you can feel the exhilaration of victory.”
Here’s to 10 victories ! (or something close)

by luvhockey on Mar 24, 2009 1:18 PM CDT reply actions

Rich of GASL: Oh, would that we had one of those superstars in St. Louis that will do no skating today!

Andy Murray: What’s he that wishes so?
My cousin Rich of GASL? No, my fair cousin:
If we are mark’d to die, we are enow
To do the Blues loss; and if to live,
The fewer men, the greater share of honour.
God’s will! I pray thee, wish not one injured superstar more.
By Jove, I am not covetous for gold,
Nor care I who doth feed upon my cost;
It yearns me not if men my garments wear;
(Unless it be those bartards of the Winged Wheel)
Such outward things dwell not in my desires:
But if it be a sin to covet a playoff spot,
I am the most offending soul alive.
No, faith, my coz, wish not a man from the IR list:
God’s peace! I would not lose so great an honour
As one Kariya or Johnson more, methinks, would share from me
For the best hope I have. O, do not wish one more!
Rather proclaim it, Rich of GASL, through the scoring and checking lines,
That he which hath no stomach to this fight,
Let him depart; his passport shall be made
And crowns for convoy put into his purse:
(Yeah, I said purse! The pussies!)
We would not die in that man’s company
That fears his fellowship to die with us.
This day is called the feast of St. Catherine of Genoa:
He that outlives this day, and comes safe home,
Will stand a tip-toe when the day is named,
And rouse him at the name of Catherine.
He that shall live this day, and see old age,
Which seems unlikely given hockey demographics,
Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours,
And say ‘To-morrow is Saint Catherine’s:’
Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars,
Where that jackass of a Angeleno slashed him!
And say ‘These wounds I had on Catherine’s day,
As well as a five minute major for fighting.’
Old men forget: yet all shall be forgot,
But he’ll remember with advantages
What feats he did that day: then shall our names.
Familiar in his mouth as household words
Oshie the King, Jackman and Juan,
Perron and Fragile Jay, RJCC and Winchester,
Be in their flowing cups freshly remember’d.
This story shall the good man teach his son;
And Saint Catherine’s shall ne’er go by,
From this day to the ending of the world,
Or the beginning of training camp,
But we in it shall be remember’d;
We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;
For he to-day that sheds his blood with me
Shall be my brother; be he ne’er so vile,
(I’m looking at you Janssen!)
This day shall gentle his condition:
And gentlemen in St. Louis now a-bed
Shall think themselves accursed they were not here,
And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks
That fought with us upon Saint Catherine’s day!!!!!!!

by Rich of GASL on Mar 24, 2009 1:35 PM CDT reply actions

i like being mentioned…makes me feel like ive accomplished something

You say 'Tomato', I say 'FUCK DETROIT', so lets call the season off

by RFJCC on Mar 25, 2009 12:04 AM CDT up reply actions

If you know the play....

…I think of you as the guy who gets hanged for looting.

Sorry about leaving off the “F” but you know how language has changed since Elizabethean times.

by Rich of GASL on Mar 25, 2009 6:19 AM CDT up reply actions

that sounds like a success to me…

You say 'Tomato', I say 'FUCK DETROIT', so lets call the season off

by RFJCC on Mar 25, 2009 11:33 AM CDT up reply actions

good to be back...

So I’m watching Band of Brothers…I think every player on the Blues should have to do the same. If they don’t finish that series and not fight to the death for eachother these last ten games, they’re dead inside.

I once shot a man just to see him die...then I got distracted and missed it.

by TheDuke32 on Mar 24, 2009 2:08 PM CDT reply actions

I'm so fucking excited!

I’m on the verge of goosebumps & have butterflies going. It’s like I’m getting ready to play in this important game. Positive vibes & thoughts guys (sorry, girls too). As of right now we can do this, just gotta believe!
Let’s Go Blues!!!
Honk-Honk-Hooonnk!

by Nancy's Boy on Mar 24, 2009 5:10 PM CDT reply actions

Time For Some Discipline!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2PTEQV-SjoA

If this doesn’t boil your blood, you might be dead. Well, dead to me at least

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by Answer Man on Mar 24, 2009 6:33 PM CDT reply actions

We roll under a black flag now

No quarter, scorched earth, wrath of god shit.

For today’s battle I would like to channel some Ghengis.

"The greatest happiness is to scatter your enemy, to drive him before you, to see his cities reduced to ashes, to see those who love him shrouded in tears, and to gather into your bosom his wives and daughters."

Life is relevant. You can put your hands on a hot stove and a fraction of a second seems like hours. Yet you can put your hands on a hot woman and hours seem to turn into seconds.

by spectr17 on Mar 24, 2009 7:06 PM CDT reply actions

Children, gather round! No retreat, no surrender; that is Blues law. And by Blues law we will stand and fight… and die. A new age has begun. An age of freedom, and all will know, that 20 Blues gave their last breath to cinch that playoff berth!

by BluesTiger on Mar 24, 2009 7:33 PM CDT reply actions

This thread is pure awesomeness from top to bottom. Cup-check time.

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"Attaway to stomp 'em. Stomp the piss out of 'em. Stomp 'em when they're down. Kick 'em and stomp 'em. Attaway to go boys. Pound that old Budweiser into you and go get them tomorrow." -- Joe Schultz

by taiko on Mar 24, 2009 8:37 PM CDT reply actions