I for one tried to explain to a co-worker what I was going through…which is EXACTLY the same as you described in your email…

My FB status reads something like this:
Dan is in a Hockey Coma during this “playoff push” and wonders if he will still be married when he comes out of his “coma.”

Sighh….7 hours and counting….

My fiancee is supporting me through this, but doesn’t “get it”, yet at least. I was showing her the playoff chart the other night and she at least acted interested, but didn’t understand why I was so anxious for these games. She is good enough though to let me listen via XM radio in her car, which I’ll probably be doing tonight (if we aren’t at home, and I’m by a computer). I’ll convert her soon enough, I got her to start being a die-hard Blast fan, baby steps here….

… Detroit lost (duh) and then Minny loses as well. I’m sure that this was a side effect of my muscle relaxers that give me weird dreams, but I am SERIOUSLY hoping that it does not tell the future.

Usually my dreams are mildly dyslexic. I once dreamed that I made a 96 on an excon exam. I made a 69. Draw your own conclusions.

the only piece of art that ever got to the essence of what real fanatics go through. (Particularly from 3:20 on.)

Hell, Mrs. Milo has busted me for the car scene on multiple occasions over the past few weeks. I didn’t even make it to 3:20 before art imitated life!

And Mrs. Milo’s a huge fan, too!

…and that’s going to be hard as hell to do considering the implications of tonight’s results. The last few times we’ve seen these ‘statement’ games (Chicago last week, the Red Wings a while back with the disgusting 46 seconds, etc.), where the fairweather columnists have raised the Blues up, folks on Blues Talk start coming out en masse and developing celebration plans and chants, and this site’s new commenters list grows by double-digits, the result on the ice has been unsatisfactory – if not downright ugly. The Blues have had time to make up for it before, but no longer.

Nashville’s on an annoyingly inspired tear and the Wild(s) need to continue some unorthodoxed high-scoring (and I’m talking five goals minimum) to keep them down and unable to come back.

Though the Jackets clinched their spot, they can clinch sixth tonight. They won’t be resting for the playoffs, is what I’m saying (which may be a good thing if they have Mason-comma-Steve in net, as the Blues have arguably solved him better than any other team in the league has). And they’ve got some pride to win back after last week’s home-and-home.

The Blues need to come out with the proverbial skate blade on the Jackets’ literal neck. Forecheck the shit out ‘em…don’t let them move for fear of getting sliced. And folks at the game…be loud, but meaningfully so. I don’t care if JD says the players love it – if I hear one premature or ill-timed ‘We Want Playoffs’ chant, I may have to get down to the DrinkScotch and smack some folk on their way out.

Also, JD…secure a seat behind each goal, place Cam Jannsen in whichever one is nearest to Steve-comma-Mason, and take the muzzle off the Cammer. I want him jawing until he’s horse…I want him to make Woody Harrelson’s trash-talk scene from White Men Can’t Jump to look like an episode of Barney in comparison.

Let’s go Blues, Let’s go Wild…

being stuck at a college in western North Carolina, where you are the only student who wears a hockey sweater. Nobody understands what I’m going through at all and it bloody sucks.

I’m about this bad. ‘how I’m doing’ directly corelates with how the Blues are doing. if the Blues lose a game, I’m downright miserable. If they win, I’m all skipping and grinning.

LETS GO BLUES!!!

damn i am several thousand miles away from Missouri and i’m as nervous as you are people

Go Blues!!

I just had this conversation with my fiancee yesterday at lunch and I was trying to explain it to her in her terms. yeah….that really didnt work all that well. But seeing that clip reminded me of when another unnamed st.louis sports team started celebrating their victory the thursday before their Sunday game, talking all about their victory parade. All that weekend I kept getting a worse and worse feeling. And then at halftime I had to go outside and sit. One because I couldnt bear to see the team I had intensely followed for the past 13 months tank a sure thing. That and my friends all got tired of my bitching about how we were going to lose. So yeah, I can identify a whole heck of a lot with that clip. Well, good luck to our boys tonight and I will be up in section 301 with Jaymac. LETS GO BLUES!!!!!

…good luck on those ulcers tonight.

deep breath

….unce, tice, fee ties a mady.