“I don’t think it’s a question that this is something that shouldn’t be acceptable by anyone beginning with the players and I don’t believe it is,” Lamoriello told me today. “The question is what do we do to change that and that’s the process you go through right now.”
Alex Ovechkin slammed two pucks into our net, John. We was comin' back from the road trip of Boston to St. Louis. We'd just delivered the losses. The worst losses. 20 men went onto the ice. Game was over in 12 minutes. Didn't see the first Capital for about a half-hour. Russian. 6-footer. You know how you know that on the ice, John? You can tell by lookin' from the number to the missing tooth. What we didn't know, was that our failure was so complete, no one believed in us. They didn't even list us for making the playoffs. Very first light, John, Russians come cruisin', so we formed ourselves into 4 lines. You know it was kinda like old squares in a battle, like you see on a calendar, like you see in the Battle of Waterloo. And the idea was the Ovechkin come to the nearest man, that man he starts poundin' and hollerin' and sometimes that Russian, he go away... but sometimes he wouldn't go away. Sometimes that Russian looks right into ya. Right into your eyes. And the thing about a Russian is he's got lifeless eyes. Black eyes. Like a doll's eyes. When he comes at ya, he doesn't even seem to be livin'... until he shoots at ya, and those black eyes roll over white and then... ah then you hear that terrible sound of the goal horn. The ice turns red, and despite all the poundin' and the hollerin' those Russians come in and... they rip you to pieces. You know by the end of that first dawn, lost a 14 games. I don't know how many shots, maybe a thousand. I do know how many goals, they averaged six an hour. Thursday mornin', John, I bumped into a friend of mine, Ilya Kovalchuck from New Jersey. Hockey player. Malkin's mate. I thought he was asleep. I reached over to wake him up. He deked up, down on the ice, he was like a kinda top. Upended. Well, he'd been stopped on every rush past the blue line. At game time on the fifth day, a Lamoriello swung in low and he saw us, an old GM, a lot older than Mr. MacLean here. Anyway he saw us and a few hours later a big fat trade come down and started to pick us up. You know that was the time I was most frightened. Waitin' for us to win. I'll never put on a Devils jersey again. So, 20 men went onto the ice, no men come off, the Russians took the rest, November the 22nd, 2010. Anyway, we delivered the loss.