Dammit. 34 seconds. That was all that was stopping Bettman from handing Lindstrom his fourth cup. Penguins score, and two hours of edge-of-the-seat hockey turns into a triple-overtime slugfest that you can't turn away from after seeing this happen a handful of times already. Once you've seen Steve Yzerman win one from the blue line in a third overtime, you can't justify going to bed with hockey to be played ever again.

Do I regret staying up until midnight and having to get up early the next day? Not really. Would that have been a lot easier to get through if Detroit had won instead? Absolutely.

Current beer-scale: 4.3