Welcome to a stream of consciousness about the St. Louis Blues, who treat Valentines Day like a slasher flick just about every year.
Instead of doing a deep dive into a single player’s troubles, I’ll provide bits and pieces of opinion here that should prep you for the Game Day experience. Consider me the guy at the front of the lobby selling the programs, but instead of merchandise grub-hubbing and personal player heart stroking, you get pure honesty.
First, a general question for the older folks: does age 36 the beginning of the end? It sure feels like it today.