As a New Jersey Devils fan, I used to rue the day when Martin Brodeur would hang up the pads, pick up a pizza and start cobbling together his Hall of Fame reception invitations list.
(Rue the day? Who talks like that?)
Not so much anymore. There was a time when I couldn't picture a Devils roster without Marty Brodeur; now, with him on it, I see the franchise hopelessly tethered to a history it can't match
I've come to terms with the diminishing returns, fragility of body and slow decent from best in the world to Martin Brodeur in-name-only. He can still dazzle you with a save and frustrate the hell out of an opponent; he can also be a liability, which is something you never expected Martin Brodeur to be for the Devils. Well, outside of the playoffs since 2003.
The last four games tell the tale: Six goals allowed in a home loss against Boston; 41 saves and a sterling win at Pittsburgh; pulled within eight minutes at Calgary after two goals on five shots; and then 22 saves at Winnipe...