If you're in the least curious about exclusivity, avoid the obvious — don't scroll down the 42-man membership in-good-standing. Instead, check out who hasn't been allowed admittance, issued a key to the executive washroom.Ted Lindsay, Terrible Ted, isn't to be found in the National Hockey League's 500 Club. No Boom Boom Geoffrion, believe it or not. Nor Peter Stastny or Sergei Fedorov.

Theo Fleury? Denis Savard? Nope. Sorry. Rod Gilbert, '70s melter of hearts and denter of twine on Broadway, didn't make the cut, either.

"Wow! Amazing,'' whistled Craig Conroy, wandering through the press box prior to puck-drop Saturday night. "That's quite a list.''

Until Saturday night, a name-droppers list that included one Jarome Iginla, too.

The customary 19,289 jammed into the Scotiabank Saddledome on this night for one reason. Each time No. 12 had the puck on his stick, an expectant buzz swept through the crowd.

These are people, remember, who have watched him since he arrived here, seen him grow up in a way, like to think they know him as a friend. They, every one, wanted to boast to their pals at school or peers in the workplace Monday morning that they'd been there when — witness to a slice of local sporting history.

And the devotees were rewarded for their adoration, an Iginla centring pass skipping off two Minnesota Wild skates and eluding goaltender Niklas Backstrom at 8:33 of the third period.

Goal No. 500. All as a Calgary Flame. Remarkable.

Truly remarkable.

Until the magic moment, it'd been a frustrating evening for the captain. No official shots on goal to that point. He'd been close, though, ripping one trademark hummer off the crossbar, the puck ricocheting up and out of play. At that close shave, he smiled ruefully heading back to the bench.

"I just hope he gets it tonight,'' Conroy had been saying two hours earlier, at 7:45 p.m. "Being a little selfish, it's kinda cool he's going to do it at home.