It is self-evident that St. Louis affected me more deeply than any other environment has ever done. I feel that there is something in having passed one’s childhood beside the big river, which is incommunicable to those people who have not. -T.S.Eliot
I have not lived in St. Louis for 15 years.
Yet, St. Louis is where I was born, and wherever I have lived, St. Louis is always home. I dream of T-Ravs and flat pizza, Lion’s Choice Roast Beef and Ted Drewes frozen custard. I compare the height of everything everywhere to the height of the 630′ ft. Gateway Arch
The same holds true for friends in California. Colorado. Tennessee. New York. Texas. Alabama. Virginia. Even in Chicago, Illinois. We live and work and raise families all across this land, but wherever we are, we are St. Louis. The place gets inside of you, and there is no getting it out.
We watched as our St. Louis Blues went from worst to first, and that is the story of St. Louis. Knock us down, count us out, and we will get back up.
We are all a scrappy rookie goaltender who came out of nowhere.
We are all an unproven coach.
We are all a guy who has played 1200 games to get here.
Let it be known that we are no longer a baseball town with a hockey team. We are a unified sports community.
Today St. Louisans filled two stadiums to watch the game together: From Enterprise Center at 1401 Clark Ave. to a few blocks down the street at Busch Stadium at 700 Clark Ave. Long after the game was over, they celebrated in the rain, on what is now undoubtedly the greatest sport street in America.
Tonight in St. Louis there are no arguments about politics. There is no north or south or west county. Wherever we are, we finally won the cup. We did it together.
We are St. Louis, and We All Bleed Blue.