The Quiet Assassins

Justin Goldman




Every goaltender faces different struggles throughout their career, such as unfair criticism from the media, bad goals and disgruntled fans. But one thing that separates a good goalie from a great one is handling all of the finger-pointing and controversy by turning it into success when failure is expected.
Some play through long stretches in their career without having to handle these pressures, while others face it on a daily basis. Some let it affect their game and others fend it off and survive to see another day.



There are two current NHL goaltenders that I call the quiet assassins, two that have overcome the disdain of the press and nightmarish bad goals to become a silent part of their team’s success. Both have started this season off very strong, even though they’re labeled as nothing more than backups. So don’t underestimate their fantasy value this year, for they come to play every night and they play hard.


The one I will focus on has been someone I’ve looked up to since the very first day I watched him play more than 12 years ago – when he made a terrible mistake that haunts him to this day. He’s Chris Osgood and he’s taught me the most important life lessons I’ll ever learn as a goalie and an individual.
It was April 30, 1994 and #1 Detroit faced #8 San Jose in Game 7 of the Western Conference Quarterfinals. Osgood was playing well leading up to a 2-2 tie late in the third period. That’s when the puck was dumped into the zone and he played it up the boards, but he did so feverishly on his backhand. The puck landed directly on Jamie Baker’s stick and Baker slammed it into an empty net and the Sharks held on to win the game and the series. It was a tremendous upset and Osgood was seen crying in his stall after the game, completely shocked at his destructive mistake.


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I watched this all unfold on ESPN2 as an impressionable kid growing up a Stars fan in Dallas, learning the game thanks to their recent relocation from Minnesota. The whole thing appealed to my emotions, but I wasn’t even cheering for the underdog Sharks. Instead I just soaked the whole thing in, feeling horrible for what Ozzie just went through, as I watched him weep like a baby and become the instant scapegoat for Detroit’s downfall. So what were my exact thoughts once the post-game analysis ended?