Everybody gets all hung up on mentions of Dumba's defensive deficiencies like we're saying the guy is consistently awful. At least in my case, that's not what it is. Let's say your average d-man does the right thing 90% of the time, and 1 out of every 10 times he's got the puck or needs to defend, due to a bad decision or poor skill there is a negative outcome. The number's not important, we're saying this is your average defenseman's rate. In my opinion, whatever that number is, Dumba is probably pretty close to it for offense-oriented d-men.
Now let's say that this is similar to having a cat that is intended to crap in a certain litter box. Your average cat manages to go in the box 9 out of 10 times. 1 out of 10 times, due to the need coming when it's too far away or due to what it ate or whatever, it doesn't make it into the box. Once or twice a week you find a surprise near the box, or maybe on a couch cushion. A real special case maybe seems to prefer your dining table or an open dresser drawer. You still describe these as normal cats because they're getting it in there 9 out of 10 times.
But now, let's say you've got a cat that 1 out of 10 times rakes its way up your curtains to the ceiling and like it's a goddamn superpower it stalks its way inverted to the middle of your ceiling and just starts to unload while its tail, appearing to have a whisk tied to it, bats missiles left and right with such ferocity that cat anus-smoke sets off fire alarms. When the fire truck arrives, you probably don't say "Well you see, I have this normal cat." Instead you open the door looking completely lost and staring right through the fire chief while saying "I don't even own a whisk." This is Dumba to me, and honestly I love his commitment to making the most of his 1 in 10. It's so complete that I sometimes become convinced he's not really playing hockey, but rather a bizarre triathlon in which hockey is just the first leg. The second is "just start f***ing invisible fishing from the bench" and he apparently reaches that leg of the race right in the middle of defending a 2-on-1. I don't know what the third stage is. Probably not cat crap clean-up. Only Dumba seems to know. All I know is that it's spectacular.