Once Upon Market Street

The other day I was sitting at work toiling through a mess of various hockey blogs and forums cruising for something to read. Not really finding anything over the top interesting my mind started to wonder a bit as minutes ticked by me. I started to wonder just what it would be like for Lord Stanley’s cup to be lifted high and paraded down market street.  As a young boy I grew up watching hockey with my dad.  A stiff cold wind blowing around out side and my dad and I warm on the couch listening to Ron Wilson and Joe Michelletti rambling on about Hull’s latest goal or Kelly Chase’s last big fight. There was not a night that I enjoyed more then those I spent with my dad watching my beloved blue notes beat up on the North Stars, Chicago, or those dastardly quick Russians from Detroit. “O BABY HE SCOREEEEESSSS!!!!” “BRETT HULL FROM THE SLOT” Ron Wilson use to cry out, sending me jumping off the couch hooting and hollering at the top of my lungs. There were also lows as a young hockey fan. The night “The Great One” had his pass picked off by Steve Yzerman allowing him to take a slap shot from the blue line beating Jon Casey to eliminate the blues from the playoffs  was a sad night indeed for my dreams of the Cup.

You might be wondering why in the world I would go back and bring this stuff up. Back then, I dreamed of the Stanley Cup coming to St. Louis. I wished on every star I could find hoping that the next years team could pull it off and bring us home a championship. We didn’t have a lot of money back then so going to games was never really an option for us. I told my father that if the blues ever won the cup he would have to take me to the parade down market street. Too this very day I still dream like a star eyed kid waiting for that Cauldron of pride and determination to make its way to St. Louis. On the day all of us are lined up down market street, Faces painted with blue notes, Adorned in everything we hold dear to us as blues fans I want you all to know this… I will be crying… I will be hugging… And I will be shouting LETS GO BLUES until I can utter not another word! The time has come… 44 years we have been waiting… Cheering, Screaming, and Bleeding Blue…. It is time for our boys to leave it all on the ice and make “Once Upon Market Street” come true.

My partner in crime, and myself