This may be a long story, but whiskey and my pride will make that happen:
I have been a fan of hockey as long as I can remember living in Dayton, OH until my family moved to Columbus in 1996. My dad played in some rec leagues at the rink down the street from us in Dayton and I had the pleasure of learning the game in some stick-and-puck classes that my parents scrounged the money for when I was a kid. My first memorable NHL playoff experience was 1993 where I *GUARANTEE* I watched every televised playoff game as Montreal beat the LA Kings 4-1 in an incredible playoff series. It made me fall in love with sports. I played "Ice Hockey" on the NES as a kid and remembered my best friend getting NHL '94 on the Super Nintendo when I was 9 years old with all the real players, teams, and arguable stats. We would always play as the Detroit Red Wings and cheered for them as kids, enjoying the Cup wins in '96 and '97 and getting giddy over Columbus getting a team when it was announced shortly after the back-to-back cups.
My family was new to Columbus, and to see the west side of the business district (now the "Arena District") transform from a cesspool to a vibrant, respectable part of the city has been amazing. I was at the CBJ's very first game; a preseason affair against the Red Wings, which the CBJ won 4-3 on a chilly September 2000 evening. It marks the last time I ever wore my Red Wings jersey, and fell in love with the team; I psychologically threw it down as quick as the CBJ faithful threw beer bottles on the ice as Tyler Wright was beating the snot out of some Red Wing punk. I was hooked.
I would attend games as much as my parents would respond to my requests. That first CBJ game ever was my 16th birthday present. The emotional scars are deep with this team. I'm looking in the bedroom of my apartment right now where my "Go JACKETS. I Was There October 7, 2000 vs Chicago Blackhawks" sign is hanging between the 2008-09 team poster of our first playoff team and the "FIRE HOWSON" sign I made shortly after Howson publicly announced Nash asked for a trade where I was chased around the upper bowl by security at the next home game.
I successfully predicted the series to end up "Penguins in 6" with a sense of blind optimism, but am saddened to see my prediction come true. This team is better than this; they will become better than this. The CBJ have gotten the monkey off their back by winning their first playoff game, and their first playoff game in their own building. We have the NHL (and Canada's?) respect. The next step for this team - no, this city's next step - is to change that respect into hatred for when the CBJ become a force to be reckoned with. I've been so tired of the "college town" moniker from the locals, out-of-towners, and hockey fanatics. I hope that this series has changed their minds. I hope that this series has changed the casual fan living in Columbus' minds. Columbus is a *VERY* passionate sports town, and it makes me very proud that the sporting faithful have come out, expressed their love for this city and team, broken a sound system, and continue to express themselves, because as a fan from the beginning that won my love so much to become a season ticket holder for eight years, and has been through so many low points, criticism, insults, and relocation BS, I have never been so proud of the organization and the crest they put on every day.
For all of you who post here and are fans of the CBJ past, present, and future, regardless of dissent over the years, I love you all. I'll see you in Section 206 next year. Go Jackets.