Screaming wasn't enough. Waving towels wouldn't suffice.
This game begged more of those in attendance, so fans at Xcel Energy Center stood during the frenetic second period, stood and screamed and waved and tried not to succumb to emotional exhaustion.
What looked like a standing ovation might have been more like a standing eight-count, because this was a night for smelling salts and oxygen tanks.
There are times when sport is routine, and there are times when it is a waste a time, and then there are times like Tuesday night, when two resolute teams elevate their genre to some sort of breathless art.
When it ended, it ended not because of a mistake but because of the kind of bouncing luck that so often defines epic hockey. A puck caromed crazily off a stanchion behind the Wild goal. Blackhawks magician Patrick Kane picked it up, tucked it behind Wild goalie Ilya Bryzgalov, and suddenly players who had been cross-checking each other were lining up to shake hands.
The final: Blackhawks 2, Wild 1. Blackhawks four games, Wild two.
The Wild has given us thrills during this postseason, and has excelled at home, but rarely in the history of this still-pristine building has the Wild and any opponent staged such a neck-wrenching, end-to-end drama.
The Blackhawks started the game as if they wanted to end it in a knockout. They took a 1-0 goal in the first on Kris Versteeg's goal, which bounced off Bryzgalov from a sharp angle and somehow found the net. That marked the first time this postseason the Wild had trailed at home.