As a team, there’s no real reason to be optimistic about the Oilers—79 points last year, 78 the year before that. But the continual brilliance of Connor McDavid (and to a lesser extent, Leon Draisaitl) is enough to keep sucking me in. Living on the East Coast, where most Oilers games start at 10 p.m., McDavid is the king of midnight—a guy whose team I watch right before bed not necessarily because I have any hopes about their future success, but just because I know how high the chances are that I’ll see something special. I don’t care what Calgary or Vegas or San Jose has to say about it—as long as Connor’s playing, Edmonton is the top attraction in the Pacific.