For a full second or two or even three, the moment, amazingly, was almost exclusively Matt Cullen's to savor.
Even though he'd done this ...
... with 67,138 sets of eyes fixed on him.
Even though his every move was followed by hundreds of cameras, microphones and media members.
Even though he was skating on a sheet of ice, glistening under the bright lights of Heinz Field, his golden sweater glaring in contrast.
"Oh, man, I can't even tell you what that was like," Cullen would say before proceeding to tell me what that was like. "I mean, I'm out there ... I score the goal ... and it's like everyone in the seats is so far away that there's almost a delay."
Three seconds, he estimated. Three seconds before the cheer boomeranged back to his ears.
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