Apparently being color coordinated is all the rage in playoff NHL hockey.
If you live in Phoenix, you wear white. And that's a good thing because you wander around in the dessert wearing black, and you are as good as bacon: Crispy.
If you live in Philadelphia, you wear orange. And that's a good thing because if you don't, they may kill you. Okay, kill is a strong word. Cause bodily harm that may end your life prematurely. I have a friend who was at the game the Phillies won the World Series a few years ago. A guy climbed a telephone pole. You know, to celebrate. People wanted him to grab the power line. When he didn't, they tried throwing beer cans at him to knock him down. Full beer cans. In other words, wear orange or you may die.
And if you live in St. Louis and you're going to the Blues game tonight, the Blues...want you to wear...blue. Marketing. Geniuses. I could see Ken Hitchcock announce it during a press conference between chomps on an over-sized turkey leg. "Uh (chomp). Wear blue to the (chew) Blues game. Reminds me of cotton (chomp) candy."
Look, I'm all for good atmosphere at the rink. Yell your damn heads off tonight. Seriously, lose your voice by
second first intermission. But let's get one thing clear. If you want me to wear something, give me a damn shirt. They do that in Phoenix. I think they did in Philadelphia. Nope, no shirt tonight. Thunderstix! And they're not blue, they're yellow.
Let me get this straight. You want me to wear blue. You will not give me something to wear blue. But you will give me two things I have to inflate (Blues to fans: "Blow this.") and hold up in front of my face...and they are yellow.
Thanks Blues. I just have one request: A 1-0 series lead by the end of the night. Can you deliver that? You going to make that happen if I wear blue?
Hint: I'm not wearing blue. They were 2-0 in the first round with me wearing my white Olympic throwback with 42 on the back. Karma, she rides with me.
You wearing blue?