When Alex Killorn spun away from the boards and darted toward the slot, Henrik Lundqvist looked ready, crouching in the net, his glove up, his stick out.
Lundqvist had made 1,751 saves this season until that moment. Some had truly tested the limits of his will, his body. His neck guard was scuffed. His pants and leg pads were coated with black puck marks. The colors of his gloves were running from his sweat. He had essentially carried the Rangers to this point, to the third period of a scoreless Game 7 of the Eastern Conference finals on Friday night.