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I can't see anything. I misplaced my glasses, which reinforces the point of my first sentence. What a vicious cycle that is! I was tempted to punch Bree the Weather Lady on Newschannel 5, because she interrupted the third and deciding period in the Capitals-Rangers hockey game to tell us about a hailstorm in bloody Illinois (no offense). When they had returned to the game, it was 3-1 Rangers with 2:30 left. Let me emphasize that it was a PLAYOFF hockey game. Tell you what: Unless the storm is on top of my house during the Blues game, I don't want to know. If the storm is truly awful, our TVs won't work anyway.
Someone died when the same hailstorm lifted up the metal patio on the roof of a sports bar downtown. It is very sad, BUT WHY ARE YOU OUTSIDE IN A HAILSTORM?!? Anyway, big sports day in town.
People might wonder why St. Louis is such a successful sports city. After all, the Cardinals have won 11 World Series titles in baseball, second only to the New York Yankees. The St. Louis Blues were established in 1967 (Yes, in fact they were named after the W.C. Handy biopic starring Nat King Cole; thanks for asking!) and though they have yet to win the Stanley Cup, they made three consecutive appearances in the Cup Finals in their first three years of existence. In addition, they had qualified for the postseason tournament every season from 1980 through 2005. The city has a proud tradition of soccer at all levels as well. Even our harried NFL team has 2 Super Bowl appearances and one victory despite being established here in only 1995. Why?
As a native, all I can say is that St. Louisans are relentlessly optimistic. In everything. Bill Simmons of ESPN wrote a column about the most tortured cities in sports, and even though the Blues have never won, he said we could never qualify, because of our limitless optimism. A lot of us are kinda stupid, but we have smiles on our faces.

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