Winning goals scored by players who have lost an eye, triumphant finalists leaving the ground to get married on a mountaintop, individuals breaking records and victors in the over-50 age group. The 2013 vintage seems destined to be remembered as the Jamie Robinson final.
Turn the clock back to August 17: the Newtonmore captain was cast as the villain after being red carded in the 4-3 Macaulay Cup final defeat to Kyles. The 27-year-old had to bury his anger and wait for the chance to atone.
On Saturday he did just that. Just after tea-time, he left An Aird Stadium bespattered with champagne, with the Scottish Hydro Camanachd Cup in his hands. Newtonmore had exacted revenge and felled Kyles 3-0.
Not only that, he was carrying the Albert Smith award for man-of-the-match and had a much less likelier memory to cherish - a goal, and a good one at that.
It was a dream script anyone would have loved to star in. What made the part such a good one was the agony of what he'd endured just a few weeks beforehand.
"A dream has just come true," he smiled afterwards, managing to get away from the hugs and pats of the Newtonmore fans that massed around the Badenoch players.
"Man-of-the-match, the cup and my first goal of the season. It doesn't get much better."
For a millisecond, though, the captain's beaming smile made way for seriousness as he recalled his feelings after the last cup final against Kyles. He couldn't keep it off his face too long, though.
"Obviously I felt huge disappointment after the Macaulay Cup final," he admitted. "And, as wrong as that [red card] decision was, I wanted to step up for the guys today, play the captain's role and I started with a goal. I got the Albert Smith medal and the Cup, I've had a blast. I actually said to one of the guys at my work on Friday that I was going to score. He just laughed at me."
If anyone unfamiliar with shinty and its holy grail - the Scottish Hydro Camanachd Cup - was inside An Aird on Saturday, they would have been left in no doubt as to what this competition means to highlanders. Referred to as 'The Scottish', the trophy is the Champions League of shinty.
Contained within the spectrum of appropriate match-day dress, there were all manners of party hats from jesters' baubled peaks to painted top hats. There were blue faces, blue bodies and even blue dogs. Every hoarding, every seat, even the grass embankment beside the TV gantry was taken. The mist cleared above Ben Nevis and it was game on.
If there was anything at all deflating about the final it was that, on the field, no one really saw what a good side Kyles Athletic can be. Their supporters, some of whom had taken ferries as well as buses and cars to get to Lochaber, willed them on from the stand but, like a sportscar that fails to engage the boost, they didn't truly fire. There will be regrets in Tighnabruaich that this wasn't trophy number three for the season.
For Newtonmore, it was their second, with the title secured the week before. A silverware cabinet that was painfully empty only five years ago might now be in need of extra shelves.
First, though, after the game, the famous trophy briefly became a magnet for adoring glances and kisses - just as it has always been since 1896.
For the statisticians, Newtonmore secured the trophy without losing a single goal all competition. Only Furnace had managed that previously. They were worthy winners.