Fuck St. Louis.

Not just the Blues.

Not just the Cardinals.

The entire Godforsaken, fetid, armpit of a city.

Tonight the Blues dragged their knuckles into the United Center and the Blackhawks ran out to a 6-1 lead before letting the Blues back into it, hanging on for a 6-5 win.

The Hawks also set a franchise record with 109 points for the season, and are still in command of their own destiny. There are two games left. Win them both, and they're the top seed in the Western Conference.

Let's get to it...

THE GOOD:

A thorough asswhipping on the Blues the first two periods. If they're going to continue with this cementhead bullshit, make them pay. They replaced one shitty coach with Davis Payne, who is content to be the Ringmaster in a retarded sideshow. The Hawks should have kept the hammer down in the third, hung a 10 spot on these inbred fucks, taken them upstairs and defenstrate their asses.

The return of VERSTEEG! A goal and three assists, and bless his heart, he stood up when John Madden got crosschecked by known jagoff Eric Brewer, and he didn't get the Gordie Howe Hat Trick (no fighting major), but not for lack of trying.

THE BAD:

Marian Hossa left the game after getting boarded in the first. Hopefully it was just a precaution, since the game was pretty much looking like lions and Christians already. It would suck to lose the Hawks' best two-way forward in a bullshit game to a bunch of lower primates.

The Hawks' power play. 0 for fucking 6. If they had converted a couple of these, it would have cut down on all the bullshit the Blues were pulling. Don't think every potential playoff opponentisn't scouting the Hawks, figuring you can pretty much have your way with the Hawks without any fear of reprisal. No fists, no goals.

The Hawks letting up on the throttle. Sure, it was the second half of a back-to-back, and you were on the ice with a collection of assholes who were eating paint chips between periods. Still, they damn near squandered a 5 goal lead against a truly shitty team, and the Hawks were one goal against from every meatball in Chicago screaming for Cristobal Huet to be reinstalled as the Hawks' starting goalie.

THE UGLY:

The officiating. If I was as bad at work as these idiots, I'd get thrown off the fryer at the golden arches. Everyone in the building knew the Blues had no interest in playing hockey tonight. Maybe the refs were pregnant, because they both missed three periods.

Coming up next for the Hawks is their last regular-season road game against red-hot, playoff-bound Colorado Friday night.

The Blues? Enjoy the golf course, assholes. Try keeping Erik Johnson off the carts.