Vintage Blackwood on that 3d Rangers goal just now against Colorado. Makes an initial save, kneels there oblivious to the slightest idea that the puck is sitting free behind him 1 foot from the goal line. You count: “One thousand one . . . One thousand two . . .” There the puck sits while Blackwood squeezes the pads and stares towards the blue line. Or maybe he’s meditating. Or maybe hatching an egg. Until a Ranger goes behind him and taps it in.
Some things never change. I had really forgotten what it looked like but oh what a blast from the past. If we saw it once, we saw it twenty times. His lack of awareness and anticipation of the play around him and where the puck is was always truly remarkable.