When Cale Makar mines Orr, we all strike gold.

Watching Makar do Bobby Orr things, as the 25-year-old Avs defenseman skated coast to coast with the puck velcroed to his stick, weaving through not one, not two, not three, but four Jets as if they were standing still and scoring a goal so sweet it deserved to be all 10 of ESPN’s top plays on this Sunday, the jaw dropped in disbelief.

Not my jaw, mind you. I was too busy slapping my forehead, trying to make sense of Makar’s magic.

I’m talking about the jaw of poor Winnipeg goalie Connor Hellebuyck. After he scraped his mandible off the ice of Ball Arena with the crowd going wild for Makar’s goal, this best-of-seven NHL playoff series was over.

Next!

Bring on Dallas or Las Vegas. Although the Jets remained one game from elimination after Colorado’s 5-1 victory, they’re already packed and ready for vacation in Cancun.

Asked to describe his score that drove a stake through Winnipeg’s heart, Makar went 100% hockey humble, insisting: “It was a little bit of a lucky one.”

Au contraire, young Mr. Makar. We’re the lucky ones.

Although I could sit mesmerized in my chair and watch Makar score the Avalanche’s third goal of Game 4 on a continuous loop all day, until I fell asleep and dreamed about it all night, let’s step back and take a look at the big picture, shall we?

This is the new golden age of sports in Colorado, where things are so good it doesn’t matter if the Rockies crumble into the National League cellar.

In a span of less than 24 hours, I might have been the only person in America that had the great good fortune to witness in person the magic made on the court and at the rink by Nuggets center Nikola Jokic and Makar. Although I didn’t particularly feel lucky when my alarm startled me from slumber at 4:30 a.m. in Los Angeles, nobody lives a more charmed sporting life than me.

Yes, the Nuggets fell short Saturday night of sweeping the Lakers out of LeBron James’ misery.

Long after the final score of L.A.’s 119-108 victory is forgotten, however, we will be staring in wonder at a masterpiece Jokic painted blindly on the fly.

While running full speed upcourt on the fastbreak, Joker gave a where-is-it shrug as a lob pass from Kentavious Caldwell-Pope appeared over his shoulder. But the greatest passer the NBA has ever seen casually slapped the basketball like a mosquito into the waiting hands of Michael Porter Jr. for a dunk. It was Example No. 503 why teammate Aaron Gordon might have understated the truth when he said Joker “is a genius that just happens to play basketball.”

After more than 40 years of chronicling sports in this dusty old cowtown, I might not have learned much, but now understand to never say never, for fear that one of my knuckleheaded takes will be exposed for all eternity.

But here goes: We have never seen anything like Jokic or Makar wearing the uniform of any sports team in Colorado.

Just don’t ask them to reveal the source of their magic, because Jokic and Makar honestly don’t know when the sporting gods will touch them next.

When asked to explain his mad, 200-foot dash of an unassisted goal in the second period, Makar said: “In my head, I don’t think too much when I do it.” It’s the same way the late great James Brown, the Godfather of Soul. danced on stage. Who needs to think when you’re feet just go?

And as someone blessed to have borne eyewitness to more than 10,000 games from NFL arenas to Olympic stadiums, I have never witnessed two more mind-bendingly beautiful plays in person on consecutive days in consecutive games than these two Hall of Fame highlights by Joker and Cale.

They have taken a sandblaster to the Mount Rushmore of Colorado sports. Although in their primes and a long way from finished, as long as you allow me to put Makar and Jokic alongside John Elway as the top three athletes to represent this state, I will leave the fourth player to your discretion.

The best three defensemen ever to wear NHL sweaters? That’s a loaded question. While placing Orr at No. 1 is a truth that’s self-evident, I invite argument by selecting six-time champion Doug Harvey of the Canadiens’ dynasty at No. 2 and picking Detroit legend Nicklas Lidstrom over Ray Bourque third.

But given time and health, Makar will crack that top three. And sooner rather than later.

Jokic is No. 4 with a bullet on the list of all-time outstanding NBA centers, with Kareem Abdul-Jabbar, Bill Russell and Wilt Chamberlain in his sights.

Two GOAT-worthy players that work on alternating nights during the playoffs in the same Denver arena at the same time?

They are twin magicians born an ocean apart on different continents.

 All hail Cale!

And long live the Joker!

They are kings of the new golden age of Colorado sports.