There are also community moments, as we see with the way the city of Nashville has embraced the Predators as the biggest sports night in Nashville history commences with its first Stanley Cup Final game, Game 3 on June 3.
The streets are packed. The music is rocking. The players are ready.
It is, as country star Alan Jackson croons, "Time for a good time."
For the Predators and their fans it is exactly that, as the home team takes a lead into the third period as it rides a rejuvenated Pekka Rinne to an absolutely imperative win.
(And in the process we get to learn exactly what the exchange was between Subban and Sidney Crosby at the end of that game -- and there was no mention of Listerine.)
The softer side of Subban also is revealed, with his family in town for the Stanley Cup Final, with an insight into who he is away from the microphones and the ice.
"He loves what he does, but he has fun doing what he's doing," Subban's father, Karl, says. "Those who are around him see it, I think we all appreciate him for it. Because hockey and life can be so serious. He always finds a way to inject some laughter into whatever he's doing. And who doesn't like to laugh?"
There is little laughter by Game 4, a game that could send both teams back to Pittsburgh at 2-2 in the best-of-7 series. Nashville is determined to even things. Pittsburgh is looking prevent that from happening, and to put itself one win away from its second consecutive Stanley Cup.
The latter task gets even harder as Bonino is not able to play after testing his injury in the warmup, which is clearly devastating to him. The emotion, the disappointment, is clear.
Others emerge, whether it's Crosby's usual brilliance, Rinne's return to his best form or the surprising contributions of a rookie, Frederick Gaudreau, who despite not yet having a goal in his nine-game NHL regular-season career, already has his third goal in four Stanley Cup Final games.
He gets the Predators' chain, too, the mark of the best player in that night's game and an impressive feat for someone not exactly expected to be an immediate offensive force in the playoffs.
But things happen in the march toward the Stanley Cup, unexpected things, surprising things. And that is what has happened here, with a city and a team embracing the moment, digging out of a 2-0 start to the Final, recapturing the momentum in a series that seemed on the brink of being lost.
So on they went, families and expectations and disappointments in tow, with three games left to prove that they -- and not their opponent -- were the best team in the NHL this season. They have come so far, and the end -- and immortality -- are in sight.