That really was surreal. You can’t get ahead of yourself, you just have to worry about your position. You’re in this place in your mind where you block out everything else. I’m preparing myself and after all the chances at both ends, after all the great saves Marty had made, this innocent thing goes around the net and Stephane chucks it on. I’m 200 feet away, and I’m looking down the ice. The way the puck looked, there’s this hesitation, for sure. It just seemed so slow. The fans, I don’t think, saw it. The referee barely saw the thing, too. There was very little reaction by Marty and the players, and then there was this opening where I go, ‘oh my God, I think that went in.’ But you’re not convinced and you certainly don’t want to start investigating. The hesitation from the crowd gave me no indication, and then the place just exploded. And even then you’re like, ‘is it really over?’ I felt that seven games later, when we were in the Finals. It’s very odd to be deeply immersed in a game and then, an instant later, the series is over.
Mike Richter to the NY Times