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.
We are Laila. We are Charles Glenn. We are Danette Duckworth.
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.
The Way I See It 
I am so excited to see our well loved St. Louis Blues get the recognition they deserve. I am in awe of our rookie goalie and how many attempted goals he deflected during game seven. I love how they all worked together and how our town came together to cheer them on.
I remember going to see the Blues games at the old Checkerdome and was sad when it was imploded, but it pave the way for greater things. They have a better place to play and it is great that it is near Busch Stadium.
I agree with you when you talk about being born in St. Louis. I miss being there and try to get back there as often as possible since family is there and it is only a two hour drive. I miss Fritz’s Frozen Custard (Florissant), Northwest Plaza, toasted ravioli, gooey butter cake, and of course the iconic Chuck-A Burger across from our HS.
There is something to be said for growing up in a community like St. Louis where you can experience hockey, baseball, going up in the Arch (still my favorite place to visit), a world class zoo, Science Center/Planetarium, Six Flags, St. Louis Union Station (new aquarium opening soon) all while feeling like your own small piece of it feels like a small town. At least that was my experience.
So proud to be a St. Louis native and so proud of the St. Louis Blues. Proud to bleed BLUE…