On Friday I attended Game 6 of the Stanley Cup finals in Edmonton, and was thus able to watch my Oilers win 5-1 to even their epic championship series against the Florida Panthers after falling behind 3-0. “Attended” feels like an oddly passive verb in this context: it’s what a waiter does, or a nurse, meaning no disrespect to those trades. In reality I walked around all weekend feeling like I won a minor combat decoration, as I imagine most of the city does.