You never understand how much you miss television, until you no longer watch, or the St. Louis Blues are in the Stanley Cup Finals. I spent much of last week in South Dakota and Wyoming and saw plenty of buffalo, geysers, and even some snow.
However, that was not what I was concerned about.
My main issue was exactly how I was going to watch the Blues in the Stanley Cup? After, all it’s been 49 years since the Blues had been in the final series, so who knew if they would get back there in my lifetime? You just never know. So I was going to do everything in my power to watch these games.
Sometimes Mother Nature has other plans.
We left Perryville on June 1 at 4 a.m, for our first stop in Rapid City, South Dakota, the same day as Game 3, we were moving right along until we hit a bunch of detours because of the flooding that has plagued the Midwest over the past few weeks. Let’s just say that we went through every back road that Nebraska has to offer and then some. But, the more troubling thing for me was that the detours and flooded roads put us nearly three hours behind schedule.
When I noticed that I would not be in front of a television for puck drop, I was freaking out searching the radio for any sign of a broadcast of the game. Thankfully, we were able to able to stream the local radio broadcast through the speakers in our car. Maybe we shouldn’t have listened because Boston led 3-0 after the first period. We finally reached Rapid City just in time to see Boston score an empty-netter in route to a 7-2 victory.
Thankfully amidst that debacle, we didn’t miss a good game.
From Rapid City, we went to Cody, Wyoming and the cabin we stayed in again did not have television.
I had to have angered somebody to endure such misfortune, right?
So again, we had to go through the same routine. This time we went to a gas station and had to ask a local where the best place to watch the hockey game would be, although I’m not sure this guy had watched many hockey games in his life.
However, he did point us in the right direction to a pizzeria with six televisions and the Blues on a big projector screen.
The hardest part of the dinner was getting my dad to stay in the place to watch the game after we were done eating. Of course this is the same guy that goes to bed in the third period all playoffs long. So I was forced, against my will, to listen to the third period on the radio again, a 4-2 Blues victory. Just for context, the game was over at 9 p.m. Wyoming time. What an old man.
The third and final game on vacation was much better because we drove until puck drop and got a hotel in Russell, Kansas to watch game 5, an eventual 2-1 Blues victory.
Next year, if the Blues reach the Finals again, we are moving the trip back a week, or making sure we have a television, because this is history.