CHICAGO — When John Donne wrote “No man is an island, entire of itself” he had no idea that one day there would be a sport called ice hockey or an entity called the NHL. But Donne’s words ring true in the Stanley Cup Final like a shot clanging off the crossbar.
Goalie often seems like a position where the masked man stands perched on the shores of a 24-square-foot island. Netminders are fortresses of solitude. They are the padded and probed individualists in a team sport. Part of that identity is true, but the reality is that oftentimes a goalie’s performance isn’t about what gets behind him, but a reflection of what’s happening in front of him.