The Blues are at home where they're dangerous, our boys are traveling through Missouri like they're searching for a lost relative, and I've seen weirder things happen at 2 AM in a casino bathroom, so honestly, who the hell knows.

We're up 2-0 in St. Louis in the first period, which means we'll find a creative new way to break our own hearts before this is over.

Look, we're down one in the second period to a team that's been coasting all year, and I've seen this Columbus team pull off crazier comebacks than this while I was sitting in a Skyline Chili eating a 3-way in the upper bowl.

If a bunch of guys can drag the Stanley Cup through the streets of St. Louis after finishing dead last, then these old Blues can absolutely torch Columbus like we're running it back through June all over again.

Down 2-0 after one period is just the Blues asking the universe if it's really ready to watch us climb this mountain again, and I've seen this movie before—we're the ones with the pickaxe.

This team's got that same lightning-in-a-bottle magic coursing through their veins and I've seen what happens when you believe in miracles, so Columbus better start saying their prayers because we're about to teach them what it feels like to get caught in a riptide you can't swim out of.