I consider myself somewhat of a deke connoisseur, and let me tell you brother, what Kris Letang did to Roberto Luongo last night was the caviar of moves.
As a player, I was an offensive forward with a decent shot (compared to ECHL guys, not the Cammalleri/Stamkos/Kovalchuk type of human). At the very least, my shot could be described as relatively accurate.
But on a breakaway, I’ll be damned if I was ever going to just straight up shoot it.
You have all game to shoot, rushed situations where you pit your best against the goalies reflexes and try to pick a corner. When you have the time to drop a shoulder and juke and step and fake and do a million different things to get the goalie off-balance or frozen, you gotta cash in on that.
That’s me on the right, making Marc Denis go to his right before coming back to his left and jamming the puck against the post with his skate. (Hey, I didn’t say I batted 1.000 at it.)
It seems that nobody knows that you have to fake when you have the chance to better than Kris Letang.
Last night Letang scored on Roberto Luongo in jaw-dropping fashion. In my last post I described being on the wrong end of this move as akin to being on a plane in turbulence when it suddenly drops a thousand feet and your stomach ends up in your mouth (a bit over the top, but whatever).
I figured I needed to share the move with all of you, our blog friends, so I headed over to YouTube (after some frustrations on NHL.com), only to find the reason Luongo was so hopelessly burnt by Letang’s backhand:
He was victimized by his forehand a few years ago, the last time they faced each other mano-a-mano.
Luongo’s thinking “Boy, I’ll never let myself get burnt by THAT move again. Good move, but I’ll remember you, Letang, I’m filing that away. Fool me once, and so on….”
Letang shoots at the 0:48 second mark of the following video. The whole shootout is there so you can see Malkin roast Bobby Lu too, if you feel so inclined.
That was some beautiful, slick timing. I figure if he gets another crack at Lu he should go with the Fulton Reed pull-up-at-the-blue-line-and-smash-it move. He’d never see it coming.