Done like ...

 ... wait, what?

What do you mean "NOT like dinner"?

What do you mean "Over? Over? Was it over when the Germans bombed Pearl Harbor?"?

What do you mean "Omigod, Winnipeg just did the most un-Winnipeg thing ever!"?

It is an article of Blob faith that the tussle for Lord Stanley's Cup is the best of all playoffs, and over the weekend the Winnipeg Jets and a guy named Mikko Rantanen offered the latest testimony for the defense.

On Saturday, Rantanen scored four points in the last 12 minutes -- a hat trick and an assist -- to rescue the Dallas Stars in Game 7 against Colorado, his former team. The Stars trailed 2-0 until Mikko started putting biscuits in baskets.

But hold on, folks! There's more!

Because then came Sunday, and here were the Jets, the best team in the league during the regular season, doing what they're best at. Which is gagging  like a cat with a hairball in the playoffs.

And, brother, they were gaggin' like champeens this time around.

 After winning the first two games of the series against St. Louis, which got into the playoffs with practically its last breath, they were down 2-0 at home to the Blues in Game 7 at home. And it was still 3-2 St. Loo as the final seconds drained away.

"Dammit!" the home fans were no doubt baying.

(Also, "Typical!")

(Also, as night follows day, "Bleeping bleeper-bleep Jets!")

And then ...

And then, as the clock got down to five seconds, Kyle Connor cranked off a desperation one-timer. Think a Hail Mary pass into a crowded end zone in football or a no-hope court-length fling in basketball, and you've got the equivalent.

Except ...

Except down in front of the St. Louis goal Cole Perfetti was hanging around, and somehow he got his stick on the puck. Re-directed Connor's shot. With three seconds left it got behind Jordan Binnington, and the score was tied. By the very thinnest of margins, the Jets were somehow still alive.

A pile of tense minutes later -- not quite 34, to be exact -- Adam Lowry scored in the second overtime, and the Jets had avoided their latest embarrassing playoff flameout in a many-volume set. The final was 4-3, Winnipeg and not St. Louis was off to the second round, and the Winnipeg fans were still baying "Bleeping bleeper-bleep Jets!"

Because that's what you say when your bleeping team damn near gives you a bleeping heart attack.

After which, of course, you might also say "The Stanley Cup playoffs are perfect." Because you know what happens now?

In the second round, the Jets play the Stars. 

May the best team not almost lose before winning.