Goalie coach Clint Malarchuk, new to the drill hereabouts, sidled over a loitering media munchkin to belatedly pump the tires for his guy.

"Pretty high standards for the goalies in this town, huh?'' he quasi-joked.

"Maybe a bit spoiled, do you think?" A puzzled tilt of the head."I mean, c'mon. Not even a star?''

Nope. Not officially.

But in that third period, when the whole house of cards seemed destined for collapse, Miikka Kiprusoff could've been all three.