So it's New Year's Eve. The Blues play at a reasonable 6 p.m. St. Louis time. They've now lost three in a row, playing possibly their sloppiest game of the year on Tuesday. And the team that eliminated them from the playoffs last season in four straight games is in town. If you haven't started drinking, I'm not sure what you're waiting for.
I have no idea who's starting in net. I don't know any scratches. I know nothing. Except I do know the Canucks lost in a shootout Tuesday night in Phoenix. Luongo got outplayed by Jason LaBarbera. Crazy, I know. We won't talk about Pekka Rinne vs. Chris Mason.
Since it's Dec. 31, it's the night you're supposed to drink champagne. I don't really like champagne. It makes my stomach usually filled with other liquids feel weird. So at midnight my options are to choke down some bubbly, drink some Miller High Life (the champagne of beers) or do something else. I could go pussified and drink some sparkling grape juice. I could drink some Coors, the banquet beer (call Coors and ask them, they'll tell you it 's the right beer to serve at a banquet). Or just drink more beer. You?
Post comments like it's 1999 (except don't fear Y2K). This is your GDT. Happy Fucking New Year.