What in the ass, Blues?!
Back in January, if someone stumbled up next to you on the streets of Market and Clark and said, “in four months, the Blues will be guided to a four games to one series win over the Minnesota Wild on the coattails of Jake Allen, Joel Edmundson, and Magnus Paajarvi,” you’d check them into a mental hospital and take away their copy of Twin Peaks while pouring their bottle of everclear down the drain. Sometimes, the hockey gods don’t give a shit about midseason games.
Welcome to playoff hockey, where trends and rules go to die; a place where normal thinking and statistics don’t matter as much.