What cracks me up with this player is when the camera films his face, he's always so serious, with a thousand-yard stare, displaying such gravitas in his demeanor...
The way he circles with the puck in the offensive zone like he's the Wonder himself, scanning for options... just to get pokechecked and lose the possession on the man-advantage, yet again. Such is the legend of Jordan the unlikely.
Inevitably, he'll bend his knees and rest his stick on them, gliding around after the whistle. Hanging his head, looking down at the frozen surface, he tells himself that "this time was so close", that play could've worked if not for the hockey gods playing around with his fate. To confront his destiny, and alter its path, he just needs more PP1 minutes. Claudius Julianos, standing in the auditorium of the ongoing tragedy, witnesses and feels his pupil's struggle. Looking at the skies, he prays silently to the powers that be. Confused by doubt and failure, he asks the Heavens : "By Maurice, will this poor boy ever be granted the glory he deserves?"
In an instant, a warm, calming sensation travels throughout the sage's body. A golden light blinds him. Paralyzed, he hears what appears to be the distant sound of a horn.
And then, nothing.
Nothing but an absolute peace of mind.
Emerging from the void, awaking from his trance, Claudius has now seen the way. The signs couldn't be clearer : The prophecy was true, and the fight must go on. A bright future awaits. The elder then opens his eyes and lays eyes on his protege, smiling. Filled with resolve, he murmurs :
"My son... Get the ice time, you weal."