I was a teen-ager when the Blues came on the scene in the late '60s and took the town by storm, going to the Cup Final in each of the first 3 years of existence. We all played street hockey back then. A little later, I can remember waiting with friends outside of the Arena after a game to see Garry Unger come out of the players entrance/exit, long hair flowing, a beautiful blonde on his arm (which he told me several months ago was his future wife), and drive off in a sports car. Just like you'd imagine it, right? I can remember going to the 1980-81 playoff series and watching Mike Liut and the Blues take on the Rangers. But then I get married, have kids, get into some sportswriting with the Post-Dispatch, covering preps, Mizzou, and then the NFL. When you're covering a beat, it's all encompassing so didn't pay all that much attention to the Blues for years. And then suddenly I find myself on the Blues beat, very late in my career. You immerse yourself in the beat, it was a steep learning curve. But the sport is fast, exciting, and you end up covering a Stanley Cup champ. All those hours and travel aside, how can that not be fun?
But I've always enjoyed my work. And you can't be a fan. Sure, it was more fun to be around the "Greatest Show on Turf" Rams than the outfit that went 15-65 from 2007 thru 2011, but you have to put any "fan" feelings aside at the door. Objectivity is a cornerstone of our business.