One of my greatest memories, as a kid, was the “Easter Epic”. My dad lounging on the couch. Me, sitting on his legs. Latest I was allowed to stay up with no end in sight. We were both hoping for an Isles win. Waiting…. Waiting… Waiting. Then, finally, it happened. Lafontaine. Still can’t follow the puck. But it was in. I was such a happy kid! My dad was just glad it was over. But that was one of my fondest memories.
As to why that doesn’t happen often… I think it’s just circumstance. Game seven triple overtime just isn’t something you can expect. It’s a rare treasure.