From the moment I saw Chara swat Gustavsson on the butt, I knew we were doomed. The players looked panicked during the pregame skate. Rask got sick, and it's not his fault. He's got a germ factory known as a toddler running around...and the gastro bug is attracted to the little ones. No surprise if it made the leap to papa Rask. (Or, heck, he could have caught it anywhere.)
But the team needed to pull it together. People here seem to love to hate our post-Rask backup goalies. But Gustavsson has been good. Even this game...yes, he let in four goals. And some of them were softies. But they were 4 goals on 34 shots! That's a heavy load.
The team was caught like a deer in headlights because Rask got sick. In a way, you can't blame the team - 99% of the time, you either know who your goalie is, or you know that it's unknown. They went to bed last night thinking it was Rask, and woke up to Jeremy Smith being escorted by police up I-95.
They needed to be better. All of them. It's one thing for the fans to see Gustavsson and say "Oh, crap. There go our chances." But the players are professionals, and need to learn how to ignore the noise...or even use it as motivation.