I really did.
As I watched the waning seconds of a 4-on-4, soon to be an Anaheim power play, tick off the clock, I looked on in utter disbelief as our guys…apparently oblivious to the situation…pressed the attack.
“Oh, no,” I thought. “You gotta get back.”
It was already too late. As if scripted, we turned the puck over just as Kevin Shattenkirk exited the box. Three-on-two rush. BANG, the puck’s in our net. And pffft…just like that…a hard-earned one-goal lead evaporates into thin air.
So much for any type of situational awareness.