The mantra has been that in big games, big players play big. So there they were. The big players playing big in a big game that may serve as a stamp for a team that is slowly evolving into greatness. The sleek, smooth skating Ryan McDonagh tying the game just 17 seconds after the Habs had taken a 1-0 lead.
The revitalized Rick Nash, scoring his second goal in two games, giving the Rangers a 2-1 lead off of a beautiful feed by the relentless Chris Kreider. Then the coup de grâce, the aggrieved Martin St. Louis putting the dagger in, upping the Ranger lead to 3-1.
None of it would be possible without the heroics of the King of hockeydom, Sir Henrik Lundqvist. He was superb, masterful, energetic and unflappable. He made forty saves. Forty. The one goal against him was the result of an ill fated clearing on his part that wound up in the net. After that he was an impenaterable fortress. A rock. He was The King. He was exorcising all the demons that had built up over the years in this cathedral of hockey, the Montreal Bell Centre.
Some more thoughts about The King...
Canadiens goalie least of worries if they can't solve Henrik Lundqvist
Rangers GM Glen Sather had the right idea: Sometimes you just have to clap (via @MyRegularFace).
Henrik Lundqvist, last night and the level he is at
A flashback in Montreal, a RangerPundit oldie from Jan. 2012:
One Night in Montreal Makes a Rangers Fan Humble