Casey DeSmith peered through his mask as the Predators' Yakov Trenin magnetized three Penguins toward him into the low slot. The eyes never once peeled away even as he tracked Trenin across the perimeter arc of his crease, right to left, then left to right.
Poised but aggressive. Same as DeSmith's always telling me he hopes to have as an approach.
So when he made the left-pad save on Trenin's low wrister, it might've seemed the show was over.
It'd be no more than a prequel:
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Oh, man.