There are few things in the world better than playoff hockey. Unfortunately, as a Blue Jacket fan, I’ve only gotten to experience the feeling a limited number of times, and never beyond the first round. This is the year that all changes though. The Blue Jackets will give me something I’m really not used to as a Cincinnati sports fan: a winning postseason.
I know what you’re saying. “Oh Mac, you’re just being optimistic again like you always are, hoping for the best but never expecting the worse”. You obviously don’t know me. I fully expect my teams to lose every single time they step onto the field (or ice). Until the clock strikes 0:00 and all chances for a video review are exhausted, I still don’t believe my team has won. It’s a miserable life to live, but someone has to. Right? Continue reading →
For the first time in franchise history, the Columbus Blue Jackets are heading to the Stanley Cup Playoffs in back-to-back seasons. With their 5-4 OT loss at the hands of the Pittsburgh Penguins, the Jackets secured the final point needed to stamp their playoff passports. It would’ve been a lot cooler if they clinched their playoff berth with a victory over the Penguins, but with the way the season looked at times, I’ll take it.
Whether you’re a Monster Energy or coffee person, there’s a chance you’ll be indulging in your favorite caffeinated beverage tonight if you’re a Columbus Blue Jackets fan. It’s well documented known that Whitty and I used to be staunch supporters of west coast road trips for the Cincinnati Reds and Columbus Blue Jackets back in our heyday. Times have changed, and it’s become much harder to stay up late now that everyone here at Milliron Sports have become somewhat respectable adults. I’ll still try to stay up for all west coast Reds and Blue Jackets games, but my attempts are often futile. I get so amped up during the pregame shows, decide to get comfortable… and wake up to a replay of Reds Weekly or some random poker tournament at 4am.
Let the record show: Sunday, February 18th, 2018 is the day I finally quit. I’m sick of the constant letdown and disappointment. Its my fault, honestly. I could just become a bandwagon fan like I’ve seen so many people do. I could be a Duke basketball fan, Alabama football fan and alternate between the Patriots and Steelers, whichever was winning the most at the time. Yankees too? Why not? If I’m going all in, I might as well wear a pinstriped Aaron Judge jersey and spit on people as I scream about 27 rings.
Instead, I’ve remained loyal to my Cincinnati roots. I even refuse to root for an NBA team with one of the best players that ever lived simply because they’re in Cleveland. Rooting for the Cavs would be so easy, yet I would rather be caught watching Lena Dunham make out with Jake Paul by my grandma than Witness anything King James is doing up north. Sure, I have my on-again off-again relationship with the Denver Nuggets, but we’re like Ross and Rachel from Friends. Will we end up together when it’s all said and done? I guess you’ll have to buy the box set to find out.
It’s a conversation Whitty and I have had numerous times throughout the previous few seasons. Would Rick Nash be welcomed back to Columbus with open arms? After nine mostly unsuccessful seasons, only making the playoffs once with the Columbus Blue Jackets, Rick Nash initiated an ugly breakup with the team that drafted him #1 overall in the 2002 NHL Draft. When I say ugly, I mean U-G-L-Y you ain’t got no alibi. The man who once marched into the owner’s house (allegedly) and campaigned to be named the fifth captain in Blue Jacket history after Adam Foote royally screwed the Jackets, no longer wanted to be in Columbus. As a long suffering Blue Jackets fan, it was a tough pill to swallow. For the shitty seasons Whitty and I sat through as season ticket holders (not to brag, but I’m bragging), Rick was often the lone bright spot aside from our scrappy Blue Jackets dropping the gloves when they got frustrated in another 4-1 loss. Continue reading →
Well, this really sucks. As a Blue Jackets fan, I loved watching Derek Dorsett. There were some nights that he was the only aspect of the lowly Blue Jackets game worth watching. Whitty and I suffered through some rough losing seasons as season ticket holders (not to brag) but we always sat on the edge of our seats when Dorsett was on the ice. He might not have been the biggest guy on the ice (he was often the smallest) but he played like a man possessed and wouldn’t back down from any player in the NHL, no matter the size. Continue reading →