My dad passed away a day before he was to go to his first game in what he called the “New Arena” (Scottrade Center). He was so excited and talked all evening about how he and my brother were going and what fun they would have. His sudden passing left a hole in all of our hearts. We told my brother he needed to go to that game for dad. He did and I believe dad made it there too that night. Every time I enter Scottrade, I feel a sense that my dad is right there with me. I also believe my dad orchestrated my meeting the biggest Blues fan ever; my husband. When we met, my husband had season tickets and asked me on a date to one of the games. Little did I know that twelve years later I would still be sitting next to the guy who some may call the loudest Blues fan; the Horn Guy. My husband has been a devout Blues fan and we do believe he bleeds blue. He has always loved blowing the horn at the games and helps the entire crowd chant “Let’s Go Blues.” After we started our lives together, purchased a home, got married, and raised children, the season tickets became something my husband had to re-prioritize, but every chance we get we make it to games.
My husband informed me two weeks ago that our son had been picked to be the BMO Harris Bank Kids Captain. This would entitle our son to a signed jersey by St. Louis Blues captain David Backes (one of my son’s favorites), 2 tickets to the game, a swag bag of fun St. Louis Blues and BMO Harris Bank goodies, and finally, the opportunity to skate out with the team and stand next to them during the National Anthem. When telling my son what he had won, the little man couldn’t stop hollering in sheer joy. The night of the game we went out to eat and he was as vocal as his father was, telling the waiter that we needed to hurry the meal along because we needed to get to the game early! On behalf of my family, I would like to thank the awesome staff at Joe’s Crab Shack for their understanding!
What a feeling of such joy, fear, pride, and excitement all at once…and that was just what I was feeling! I can only imagine what was going through my little guy’s mind. This was an experience we would never forget. After it was over and we were sitting in our seats enjoying an awesome game, I couldn’t help but look up and thank the guy that was in the building in spirit for sure that night for what he most likely had a hand in.
You see, the St. Louis Blues aren’t just another hockey team; they are Our Team. If you have never been to a Blues hockey game, you need to go. From the atmosphere to the players and the game, it’s never a dull moment! And if you happen to hear a very loud horn blasting from the top row of the building, it just might be the Bullocks cheering on Our Team.
LET’S GO BLUES!
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