Mark Lazerus just posted an article on the Athletic that I can’t post in its entirety, but here’s the opening:
The Stanley Cup playoffs are like some sort of magic totem in a fantasy epic. They test you, they reveal your character, they teach you about yourself.
But more than anything, they amplify what you already are, and always have been, deep down. Great players become legends. Leaders become icons. Gritty players become warriors. Overrated players become frauds. Dirty players become pariahs. Overmatched players become former NHLers.
There’s no escaping the cold and often cruel judgment of the postseason.
So what have we learned about these New York Islanders, who now trail the Carolina Hurricanes 3-1 in their first-round series after a miserable 5-2 loss on home ice Sunday afternoon? Well, we’ve learned their power play is an abomination unto Lord Stanley, a grotesquerie, a hideous abstract painting of hockey, minus the artistry. We’ve learned that Bo Horvat apparently got stuck in traffic on the way to all four games and didn’t arrive until he popped in for a meaningless shorthanded goal with 2:03 to play. We’ve learned that Ilya Sorokin can’t do it all by himself, even if it so often seems like he can.
But the biggest lesson from this game and this series?
Well, to paraphrase the great and troubled witticist Oscar Levant, there’s a fine line between hard-to-play-against and flat-out dumb, and the Islanders have erased that line.