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If there has ever been a good time for me to play the lottery, this Sunday morning has to rank among the best in my life. Thing is, I'm not really a gambling man, and I do not have any bills with which to gamble. Aside from having some stray coins spread across my storage bins, and perhaps a few in my dressers, which might add up to the cost of one ticket, anything in my possession with some monetary value has either been put toward my phone bill or put into a personal savings account for future use. There's a saying about not following good money with bad, which I am sure you have heard at one point in the past. (In the juicy words of the late great Biggie Smalls, "if you don't know, now you know.") Demond Wilson used it to great effect in an interview for the Comedy Hype show on YouTube, when the legendary actor and pastor spoke of the perils of success as they pertained to his friend Redd Foxx, with whom he worked on the iconic "Sanford and Son" series throughout the 1970s. As can be testified to by the fact that you probably heard the Quincy Jones-composed theme song ("The Streetbeater") in your mind while reading those words, or maybe saw visuals of Demond (as his character Lamont Sanford) hauling junk and antiques in his old pickup truck, or remembered the "SANFORD AND SON SALVAGE" sign that appears at the top of every episode (and quite literally appears at the top of their storefront; this made it quite a unique opening for the time period, as most other shows opted to have the title superimposed or chyroned into the opening credits, rather than incorporating it as part of the filmed footage), the show was a major success. Perhaps the greatest testament to its success is that it beat "I Love Lucy" for the most consecutive years being broadcast in local syndication, at least from what I understand; though it has been almost fifty years since the show aired its last episode, and almost fifty years since two unsuccessful spinoffs came and went, the original series is still being shown in syndication in at least one local market here in the United States. (And of course, it continues to be shown in reruns on multiple cable and satellite channels, and is now a mainstay in streaming.) An equally great testament is that its success convinced ABC to pull the plug on "The Brady Bunch," which whom it had been competitive with only fourteen episodes in its first season, before proceeding to utterly trounce it in its second season. But success can be the ultimate test of decision-making skills, and Redd--though I'm sure he meant it from a good heart, perhaps remembering what he'd been told in his youth about sharing the wealth if he ever did become successful--indeed threw good money at bad when he found a lot of old-school people from back in the day, folks who hadn't seen or spoken to Redd for decades, mysteriously reappeared in his life once the series was a hit and the Benjamins started coming in. He wasn't shy about giving handouts to anyone, and it was part of the reason for him inevitably filing for Chapter 11 bankruptcy protection in 1983. So bad was his financial situation that at the time of his death in 1991, there was no money left for funeral arrangements; thankfully, his friend Eddie Murphy, who had been working closely with Foxx on the series "The Royal Family" (in fact, his death resulted from a heart attack during a rehearsal), stepped up and paid for a proper send-off. (A very nice thing to do indeed, for a man who by Eddie's own admission was a big influence on him.) My friend Pat also used it recently, in his congratulations to me for giving Candy Crush "the old heave-ho," concurring with me that the idea of spending money on a free mobile game is ludicrous. You could also say the Panthers threw good energy at bad going into Game 4 of the Stanley Cup Finals last night; a part of me can't help but think they had started to believe their own hype. Seeing how fans and sportswriters had already crowned the Panthers, or as Kool Moe Dee would put it, declared them victors before they pulled it off, almost everybody outside of Canada seemed to forget what makes the Oilers so dangerous. The team that had lost nine of their first twelve games to start their 2023-24 campaign became absolutely fearsome after bringing in Kris Knoblauch as their interim coach. In no better way could they have cemented that reputation than with the sixteen-game winning streak that lasted from December 21, 2023 to February 6, 2024, setting not only a team record but a Canadian record. Even the team that comfortably holds the record for most Stanley Cup wins, the Montreal Canadiens, has never managed to win sixteen games in a row in more than one hundred seasons. ("We won the games that mattered," an imaginary fan says to me. "And the Oilers still haven't sealed the deal yet. Let them beat the Panthers first, and then we can talk.") Whether or not the Oilers manage to end Canada's 30+ year Stanley Cup drought, Knoblauch has beyond any doubt secured himself many years with them for the foreseeable future. He did himself more than a few favors last night, as I woke up this morning to find out my suspicions had been confirmed. I was among the few who saw something in the Oilers that others did not, and had not forgotten how passionate Canadian crowds are when it is time to rally behind their men. Though Canada has gone more than three decades without a Stanley Cup winner, there is a reason why they are still the first country people think of when they think of the sport of hockey. With love bursting out of their hearts, the local fans helped Edmonton find their inner courage as the Oilers sent the Panthers home to Florida with their tails between their legs. When I went to bed, the Panthers had just scored to cut the deficit to 2-1. If that had been the final score, it would be an unfortunate but acceptable loss. "No worries," I would have said. "Their defense held up. They should seal the deal on Tuesday." But the Oilers exploded after that, scoring six unanswered goals to win by a final score of 8-1; a vulgar display of power indeed, with apologies to Pantera. The Oilers were slight favorites to win Game 4 on their home ice; so decisive, so commanding, was the nature of their victory that they may be favorites, however slight, on the Panthers' ice for Game 5. Even South Florida sportswriters are now scratching their heads, wondering what went wrong, hesitant to declare the Panthers are still in control or even guarantee they will win the next game. The Oilers remain in the comfortable position of an underdog team with nothing to lose, though they will come into the next game with less of this aura. The Oilers proved they have the "eye of the tiger"; when almost everyone had given them the last rites, they rose from the brink of death to turn a coronation into a humiliation. It's now up to Paul Maurice to be Apollo Creed to his army of Rocky Balboas. Just as Apollo, a former champion who knew what having the "eye of the tiger" felt like, helped Rocky regain his own, Maurice--himself a former player who once had it--has the opportunity to inspire the Panthers to recapture the hunger that has them one win away from championship glory. "We're gonna bust you up," the Oilers say. "Go for it," the Panthers reply. With a chance to win the first title for South Florida in over a decade, they must now go for it too.