Something has been wrong with watching hockey since the spring of 2020. Remember those St. Louis Blues games, the ones involving a tall, honest man named Jay Bo? Do we remember what it felt, looked, and sounded like with fans inside a hockey arena? Please remember!
I can’t wait for that phony, overwrought fake fan noise to be brought to a conclusion. There’s nothing like a millennial shouting, “SHOOT”, at the top of his lungs, as if Colton Parayko will have a chip activate inside his brain, thus setting off a collarbone-snapping shot. It doesn’t work that way, but damn do I miss it.