Dear BrewerHater...

Thank you for pointing yourself out for your stupidity in the first period when the Blues gave up their first goal to the Coyotes.  I kept an eye on you throughout the rest of the game.  Interestingly enough, I noticed that every good play Brewer made, you were turned around in your seat (as in, away from where the game was taking place) explaining to the other idiot behind you, why Brewer is not qualified as a defenseman.  I heard you talk about how he is a -1 now and how that adds to his lifetime +/-.

By the way, where were you when he kept that puck in the zone like a defenseman should, or when he made perfect outlet passes across 2 lines to an open forward?  Where were you when the Coyotes attempted to clear the puck on 3 unsuccessful powerplays and Brewer held it in like he should, and even put a few good shots on net?  Oh yeah, you were turned around away from the play talking about how much you know about hockey and how much you know Brewer sucks...

To Mister 307, Row A, Seat 11, FUCK YOU, and FUCK YOUR HOCKEY KNOWLEDGE.  Go eat shit, and don't ever let me hear you talk shit on the Blues again.  YOU PIECE OF SHIT!

I know, I know, the Blues won and I am as ecstatic as Paul Kariya getting credit for everyone else's work.  But fuck these people that show up at our games...yes OUR games.  Let them go be fair-weather to the Rams or the Cards...I am the first to say they are not welcome in OUR HOUSE!

LET'S GO BLUES!!! AND FUCK DETROIT AND FAIRWEATHER BLUES-BASHERS!!!

K10

I wanted to respond in the original thread, but apparently the comments were closed...

I want to thank Doc Whiskey for giving me the inspiration to take a stand against the stupidity that is the "Powerplay Dance".  I faced ridicule for making that sign that I proudly displayed during 3 powerplays that did not pay off because enough people did not pay heed to the warning.

However, it was all worth it when I witnessed my entire section of 307 sit and applaud the sign and the stats...with the exception of 2 douchebags in Row Y (last from the wall), seats 1 and 2, who found themselves proud enough to mock my sign and do the dance in spite of it...apparently, they weren't paying attention to the stat that my wife was attentively updating throughout the game...fucking douchebags.  We now sit at 10 for 75 (13%).  Thanks cock-knockers, hope you enjoyed bobbing up and down like idiots...and douchebags.

By the way, I would like to thank the couple from 305 that not only liked the sign during the 1st intermission, but happily reported to me in the 2nd intermission that their section halted all powerplay dance operations due to the sign and its ominous warnings.

Anyway I will make this a commitment of mine until that damn dance disappears.  Fuck those 2 guys, the same way I hope Louis The Blue Rat goes to 317 (or whatever the section is that doesn't matter with the guy that we want to jump) without his pants on and fucks towel boy in the ass...(I hope that wasn't too far...fuck that shit, we all know it, we all wish we could say it out loud.)

Sorry for anyone that is unfortunate enough to sit in 307+10.  If you're a part of this site, I love you...Unless of course, you're a douchebag that waves a towel around when we're down 4-1 just so you can show up on the Jumbotron...FUCK YOU. (and FUCK DETROIT !!!)

K10 Patel.

Thank god I found this site last year so that I don't have to talk to these people...I like to punish myself from time to time by going to the stlblues.com message board as well as the stltoday.com Blues boards, and I found this as one of the top threads...

http://fans.blues.nhl.com/topic/9174/t/The-problem-with-this-Team-is-simple-John-Davidson.html

Yeah, douchebags, as if Dave Checketts put this team together on his own, what with his infinite hockey knowledge and all...

I guess it does serve the purpose of knowing what to expect from the fairweather douchebags that run rampant around Scottrade these days.

I'm sure this is nothing new to many of you, I just thought I'd vent about it.

Ketan "Yes I have a personalized jersey (or 3) and I can drive, and continue to be guilty of the jersey foul" Patel

So, this is about the time I start to go into hockey withdrawal symptoms.  It's even worse this year, because due to being laid off, I have been banished to Springfield, MO, where they have never heard of the sport called hockey.  It's 5 games into the Stanley Cup finals, and I've only seen games 1 and 2.  I don't know how much longer I will survive, so I have decided to immortalize some of the greatest moments in Section 307 History (by history, I mean within the past 2 years that my friends and I have had season tickets).

Nov. 13th, 2007

Red Wings 3 @ Blues 4

It was early in our first season as Blues season ticket holders.  We were coming off a 3 game losing streak, dropping two to the Blackhawks.  Times were dark.  After the first period, the Blues trailed 2-0.  These were the times when the halls were quiet during intermissions.  Back when only 1 out of every 5 concession stands were open, and the rest were chained up like car factories in Detroit.

We grabbed a beer, and went back to our seats in the Coliseum to watch Goliath continue his slaughter of David.  No, not in the 2nd.  David fought back, namely David Perron.  Frenchie scored 2 out of the 4 goals the Blues would score.  Hasek fish-flopped his way to the bench to be replaced by...OSGOOD.  The period ended with the Blues up 4-2.

The times of quiet intermissions were a thing of the past.  We had new life.  We were good and sauced by now, and the sight of the first disappointed Red Wings fan that passed by caused us, in unison, to bellow out a sound often heard at Scottrade Center in recent years.  "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Only this wasn't during the introduction of the visiting team, or during a visiting team goal, or when Pronger has the puck.  This was when the fans were supposed to rest.  No.  No longer were intermissions about just mingling with friends from the other section or waiting in line to urinate.  We had work to do.

The Blues did their part of the work and closed out the game 4-3, and for us, a new tradition was born.  The night, however, was far from over.

The chronicles of the post game celebrations for this great night will be covered in "Serenading the Red Wings II:  The Sequel".

I am happy to report that 2 years after this moment, the booing of the opponent's jersey hit a pinnacle.  During a night that will be covered later in this series, against the Blackhawks, the section that consisted of 3-4 idiots in the corner booing their hearts out expanded to the entire hallways of section 306/307.  Blackhawk fans were forced to cross our path through a 1-person wide corridor in between two endless walls of boos. 

So, I'm sitting here watching Family Guy trying to get used to the whole, no Blues hockey anymore thing, and this preview comes on for Night at the Museum 2.

I guess it never occurred to me before, because any time I saw it, I would have had 4-5 stadium beers in me, but...

WHAT THE HELL IS NIGHT OF THE MUSEUM DOING IN OUR "MOTIVATIONAL VIDEO"!?!

If anyone has ANY insight into this, it would be greatly appreciated, because I'm pretty sure I'm not going to be able to sleep over this.

That is all.

referring to those douchebags that booed the Canadian National Anthem.  If this was you, go fuck yourself like a classless Red Wing.  If this wasn't you, but there was someone around you that was doing this...slap them in the face and remind them what class is all about.  I hate...HATE...HAAAAATE the Canucks just as much as anyone, but to do that during a national anthem is downright disgraceful and embarassing.

I was hoping it was an isolated thing, but it seemed to catch on as "O Canada" went on.  This is the last time that should ever happen.

This is on the level of the douchebags that scream out "LETS GO BLUES" in the middle of our own national anthem.  I'm not some super-patriotic psycho or anything, but shut the fuck up for 3 minutes and let both anthems be sung with utmost respect.  We have 3 full periods to scream like lunatics and make a mockery out of our opponents.

Okay, I'm drunk, and extremely upset, but I felt this needed to  be said, and also, there is still 4 games left.  Fuck what the rats jumping off of the ship called USS Bandwagon say!  I'll see you at Game 6!

P.S.  The booing of the opposing jerseys will be on hold for the next game.  Instead, I will go up to each one and ask them why they have an Orca on their jersey:

A.  If they know the answer, I will comence booing them in the face.

B.  If they do not know the answer, I will slap them in the face, then punch them in the balls.  While they are on the ground recovering/wiping their tears, I will teach them a lesson in the history of their shitty team.  After which, see A.