CHICAGO — Ben Bishop lay face down, arms spread above his head, and he did not move. He might not have wanted to, either. He had spent much of the game Monday night staggering from side to side in the crease and lumbering from front to back, seeming to favor his left side.
Rather than drop into his butterfly stance, he just stood there. He flailed at some shots. He let others hit him. He could barely lift himself off the ice, protecting the net as if propped up by a tripod. The strategy worked as long as he remained upright, which he did until a stray elbow late in the second period sent him crumbling to the ice.