Frantically, Matt Murray whipped his neck to the left, then to the right. Realizing the puck was indeed in the back of his net, the Penguins goalie ever-so-briefly threw his head straight down, his body contorting awkwardly as if 1,000 volts of electricity shook through his spine.
Getting himself to one knee, Murray slowly picked himself up off the ice and darted toward the bench, weaving his way through oncoming Capitals players as they poured out onto the ice in celebration.
Just like that, it was all over.
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