Mike Smith made saves on his belly and on his backside and with every available limb on Monday, a final act of goaltending sorcery amplifying just how far he has come.

The newest sports nemesis in Chicago didn't know if he'd play another game in the NHL a year ago. And here he was, conjuring a Vezina Trophy-worthy season and then stonewalling the Blackhawks into submission en route to his franchise's first postseason series win. If you'd have told him all of that would come to pass last April?

"No chance," Smith said. "No chance."

Funny, as that's what Smith left the Hawks in a 4-0 Game 6 masterpiece at the United Center. He collected another 39 saves for his first career playoff shutout, stealing the game while his team was shellacked for two periods, impenetrable to the cascade of boos or the fusillade of shots from the ice.