It’s the witching hour. The ghouls of missed pucks and the spectres of games lost loom large in the night. The score on the jumbotron blinks its orange glow, gloomily taunting the gathered spectators with the final score 3-2. A duo of damned Ryan’s: a critical shot missed, gone from the hands of Ryan Miller, and a blink (Don’t blink!) in the eye of Ryan Kesler. Cue the boos. As the seconds counted down, there were no more weapons in the arsenal.
‘Tis the haunting of the constant replay, and the rewind, rewind, rewind of the repeated Pontus Aberg goals.