It could be giant Zdeno Chara, mouth agape, with Lord Stanley's chalice in his mighty hands. Or, a defeated team sitting on the ice, players backs to the boards, heads slumped so low that faces can't be seen. From my view, the lasting image from the Senators' late season turnaround — the seeds for all the hope that has since enveloped the franchise — was the sight of Craig Anderson at the Ottawa bench, firing up the troops for a shootout. The date was Feb. 19, and Anderson had been a Senator for all of 24 hours. By this time, Senators fans had come to accept two truths about their team. 1. The shootout was Ottawa's to lose, and it usually did. 2. Brian Elliott, Anderson's predecessor, would not have been at the bench urging his mates except at the point of a gun. Just wasn't his style. Big man, Elliott, small personality. Today, Elliott has a new life racking up wins for the St. Louis Blues, so good on him. But what the Senators needed then, as now, was a goaltender with a presence, with chutzpah.