Eventually, the Islanders are going to find their Rob Carpenter, their Bob Nevin, their Bobby Thomson. Sooner or later, there will be deliverance, and the drought will be over and done with, the millstone around the franchise’s neck will be removed and tossed into the East River.
Maybe it will be John Tavares.
Maybe it will be Thomas Greiss.
And maybe they can start the process of tying the past in a tight knot Wednesday night and lugging it to the curb, where the garbage collectors can take it and destroy it. You can accumulate a lot of debris, a lot of detritus over 23 years, after all, which is the last time the Islanders won a postseason series.