ONCE, AMID A career that has been until now an incredible string of disappointments and lost opportunities, Michael Leighton stopped 98 pucks in a single playoff game.
And lost 3-2.
"So was that the low point?" he was asked the other day, as the Flyers prepared to face another of his ex-teams in the Stanley Cup finals.
"Nah," he said. "I faced 101 shots in that game. We almost won. Not even close."
Not even close. Imagine. Imagine, if you can, the ride that has taken the Flyers goalie to this point. Imagine being traded by the team that drafted you before you got much of a chance, or the team that traded for you then dispatching you immediately to the minors, then releasing you. Imagine signing with a team because they said they needed you, only to, once again, be sent to the American Hockey League before you got much of a chance to compete for a spot with the big club.