Patrick Marleau has five goals in four games. He'd be forgiven for a little boldness. He could get away with a couple "I told you so's," maybe even a dig or two, directed at his critics.

Heck, with the ridicule he's absorbed, an all-out chest pounding on the Golden Gate Bridge isn't out of line.

But he's not into any of it. Frankly, he doesn't appear to be into much. He's as flat after a win, as he is after a loss. He's as stoic when proving everyone wrong as he is when he's taking everyone's abuse.

Jeremy Roenick couldn't light a fire under him, because if he did, Marleau would just shrug, and grab the nearest bucket of water.

He comes across as the kind of guy who would use the word "fair" when describing the night of his life. If he were single and on a date with Mila Kunis, he'd say it was passable. A month in prison would be suitable, even if it was for a crime he didn't commit. A sun rise on Machu Pichu would be adequate. You get the idea.

"I don't think he really cares," Joe Thornton said. "I don't think he cares about the outside noise."

Marleau makes not caring look easy. He copes with the expectations, pressure, success and the disappointments with the same ho-hum attitude. Where does it come from? Marleau talks to himself.

"It's something you have to work on," Marleau said. "It's probably a lot easier to get down on yourself than it is to get up too high. You have to make sure you are talking to yourself. I have a lot of self talks."

Whether these "self talks" are a great characteristic for a champion remain to be seen. But they have to be incredible for his blood pressure.