Most likely, it was merely a trick of the light. A refracted reflection from the jumble of TV cameras insidiously crowding in on the first stall to your immediate right upon entering the Calgary Flames' inner compound.

Nothing more than a brief hallucination, perhaps, or one of those crazy, unexplained phenomena you occasionally hear of, like some guy in Memphis swearing he saw Elvis' profile outlined on a piece of cheese at the corner Piggly Wiggly.