Charles Ingalls, after a trip to Mankado or maybe a day in the fields, or even an afternoon downtown spreading optimism amongst the Walnut Grove regulars who had to deal with that Olsen bitch on the daily, would often discuss the NHL standings around the dinner table.
He, like you in days gone by, would discuss where his favorite team, the Detroit Red Wings, stood amongst the entire league.
That's how we used to view it. We'd look at the league standings first and see how close we were to the President's Trophy. Then we'd take a look at the conference, inevitably where we'd sit in first, because that's where baby Jesus wanted us.