Tristan Jarry's blissfully oblivious. That's got to be it.
And I'll bet it goes beyond hockey. I'll bet it's the same with his broader life. I'll bet he jaywalks across Stanwix Street with buses and cars beeping and crashing, sirens wailing, flames stretching to the sky, while he never breaks stride.
I'm talking at a Leslie Nielsen level:
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I'm talking at a level where he wouldn't be able to recall a single sequence from that playoff series with the Islanders last spring, even if you spotted him the Josh and the Bailey.