Come On Blues Do it for the Givens'

Little Miss Abby has been my playground mate all week. Her arms wrapped firmly around my waist as she tells me how she misses her dad--a high school classmate of mine, who I had to scan the yearbook to recall.

Last night Saint Louis got a taste of this dad, his love for his family and the Blues.

This morning the office stood still and somber as they watched the rebroadcast that can't help but to put a lump in your throat.

So if you happen to be decked out in your Blues jersey, stretched out on the couch enjoying the game...feel free to scream up to heaven to one of STL's biggest hockey fans to ask God for just one more chance at the big prize.

Now Blues--don't choke!