Certain settings in sports are just better than the rest. Sudden death. Extra innings. Playoffs. When you hear about one of those rare and cherished circumstances, you are going to stop and pay attention.
And you should.
That said, nothing in sports--NOTHING--has the aura, the allure, the "Grab-the-Tostitos-and-hide-the-remote" feel of a game seven. And, as has been proven again this postseason, nothing beats a game seven in the Stanley Cup Playoffs.
Tomorrow, the Penguins and Red Wings will culminate the most arduous of postseasons. A four round, twp month, 16-win endurance test, with one game to decide who gets to hoist the most famous trophy in sports.
One game. That's it.
The Cup may be won on a great play by Sidney Crosby or Pavel Datsyuk, or it may be lost on a turnover by Nicklas Lidstrom or Sergei Gonchar, but either way, it is a spectacle unlike any other, and there is no excuse for a sports fan to pass up the opportunity to watch it and witness history.
Regardless of who wins (probably Detroit, based on home-ice advantage; a core group of past Cup-winners, including those who beat Pittsburgh last year; and a general advantage in talent) these teams have been chiefly responsible for an unforgettable postseason, and one who has hopefully saved its best game for last.