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Five. Seven. Forget six, not just for its devilish element but the inevitability of what would ensue should that number be 'activated.' Confusion having already ensued, allow me to elaborate on what the numbers mean. Tonight marks Game 5 of the Stanley Cup Finals, and the Florida Panthers now have their chance to duplicate what the Celtics did on Monday night, when they finished off the Mavericks with a commanding 106-88 performance to earn their eighteenth NBA championship, breaking a tie with the Los Angeles Lakers for the most in league history. Just as the Oilers tapped into the same sort of energy that guided the Mavericks to a sweep-busting blowout over Boston, the Cats have an opportunity to tap into the energies that helped Boston regain their "eye of the tiger" following a humbling domination. Despite the lopsided nature of their Game 4 defeat, which saw Edmonton score six unanswered goals to complete an 8-1 shellacking, many have faith in the Panthers to close the show on their home ice just as the Celtics closed the show on their home court. This where the five and the seven come in. If the Panthers cannot finish Edmonton in five, they are virtually guaranteed to have to face them in a Game 7. An upset of the Panthers on their home ice would make them heavy favorites in Game 6, and if the crowd is even half as electric as it was for Game 4, they stand a chance to duplicate the 8-1 win or come very close. (In any event, it is difficult to imagine the Panthers scoring more than one goal in such a situation.) The Oilers may come into the next game feeling more confident; this could actually work to the Panthers' advantage as the same thing happened earlier in the playoffs when the Tampa Bay Lightning underestimated the Cats' will to win. After beating them 6-3 at the Amalie Arena to prevent the dreaded sweep, the Panthers scored six goals of their own in concluding the series with a 6-1 win at the Amerant Bank Arena in Sunrise, Florida. The Lightning had reason to be hopeful; they won the Stanley Cup in 2020 and 2021 (and reached the finals in 2022), and eliminated the Panthers from the postseason in 2021 and 2022. It had come as a surprise to quite a few people to see the Panthers up 3-0 on the team that held such clear advantages in the "Battle of Florida," and trusting in the Lightning's legacy of success in recent years, some were giving them a shot--however slight--to become only the fifth team in NHL history to erase such a deficit and fulfill a 'reverse sweep.' Given the decisive nature of their victory over the Cats, it actually seemed doable. But reality struck like an Earnie Shavers right. Provided the Oilers enter with some semblance of overconfidence, or find themselves in awe of the moment as they are greeted by a Florida crowd that will be deafening in their efforts to rally their men to victory, history could well repeat itself. The Panthers have a second chance to put the Oilers away. Can they do it? At the risk of eating a big slice of humble pie I will say "yes." My prediction is a 7-1 verdict, maybe 6-1 (to mirror what they did to the Lightning in their opening-round series victory). Another housemate declares that the Panthers will get it done tonight. He doesn't want to hear a single word to the contrary, and frankly, I can't say I blame him. What better way to crown a champion than to win the title on your home ice? The Oilers won't get this privilege, for even if they were to pull off one of the most remarkable miracles in sports history and become only the second Stanley Cup champion to win the title after being down 3-0--and the first in more than eighty years--as well as the first Canadian team to win the title in over thirty years, the Panthers earned home ice advantage by having the better regular season record. "Why hasn't the NFL been doing this all along?" I ask myself. "The team with the better record should always be the designated 'home team' in the Super Bowl." This was the case for the game where it truly mattered most, Super Bowl 42, when the 18-0 Patriots were the home team against the underdog New York Giants, but this was not by design but sheer luck as home advantage is on a rotational basis, rather than being automatically awarded to the team with the better overall record (or in the case of identical records, decided either by what team prevailed head-to-head or which had the better division record). If the Oilers were to win tonight, and proceed to win Game 6, they would have to win Game 7 in front of a hostile--and even more deafening--Florida crowd. A near-insurmountable challenge, but we cannot forget the old adage: there is no such thing as a safe lead, or a deficit that cannot be overcome. The Oilers still have a chance, as long as they are giving themselves a chance. Speaking of chances, and getting back to events in the household, I had not one, not two, but three chances to see one of my house-mates wearing his Batman mask. It was no less strange today as it was the first time I had seen it but did dispel the theory that I would have to wait until October to see him put it on again. As I have enough respect for his privacy to forgo visiting his room, I have no idea what he must have been watching that would have inspired him to put it on; it seems almost too predictable that it'd be something specifically related to Batman, but given his passion for comics and cartoons, and penchant for wearing T-shirts with comic art printed on them, it wouldn't come as a big surprise to me at all. A door opens, squeaking as it is reset back to its neutral state of openness, inviting those in need of relief to take advantage of the accompanying facilities. I know exactly what door it is, and also exactly who opened it. A certain house-mate, the oldest one of the bunch, has been having 'bathroom troubles' for a while, which another house-mate suspected is a consequence of one of the medications that he has to take. Right now, the other house-mates are being called into the house manager's front office, one by one, to have their hair styled straightly and neatly in preparation for the time they will be spending in the main JARC building today, participating in day program activities. It is not something I need to worry about; as I always get my head shaved when the time has come for a haircut, it never gets to the point of requiring such stylistic interference. The sound of silence has made a return; with both of the big doors shut, and the hallway lights turned off, I realize that I am now engaged in a fight against the clock, though perhaps there may not be that much cause for alarm. We may be asked to 'load up' in less than ten minutes, but those constitute exceptional circumstances; under normal conditions, we leave at 8:00am, give or take a few minutes. I hear two birds preoccupied with a conversation outside. Looking out the window, the sky is a gorgeous pastel blue. The sun's out and its luminescence can be seen on the leaves of the trees. Rarely have the dark pink buds on the bushes looked better, or more vibrant; the rains of yesterday may have played a role in bringing out their beauty once again. Could a perfect morning be the precursor to a perfect end to the Panthers' long-awaited first championship in franchise history? Even if they lose, I realize I've already won. With all the troubles in this world, I am still blessed to have a home, and all of life's essentials.