Gone in 50, 49, 48, 47 ...

Yes, I've reached that point where there will be fewer Stanley Cup finals in my life than more. Or, at least, I am willing to now rule that I am a mortal lock to not be watching a Stanley Cup finals game 50 years from now. After all, there's no such thing as an immortal lock.

The Lounge was closed as I attended a wedding, drank fine beer along the banks of the Hudson, celebrated the Five-Oh, saw Smokey Robinson in Atlantic City, made some crazy money in the big room and raced to the aid of a family member in the hospital. The last few hours of the break were spent by the grill, preparing chicken and staring deep in to the fire.

I have seen the light. If I have fewer than 50 Cup finals left, I had better enjoy every game from here on in.

Game 6 is tonight.