In the beginning, and then again at the end, with Game 5 and very possibly the season on the line, the Devils brazenly and unceremoniously removed The King's crown and stabbed the Rangers' Stanley Cup dream with their pitchfork, turning the Garden into a hushed hell on ice.

This was a night for once when the Rangers were asked to save Henrik Lundqvist instead of the other way around — and ultimately could not.

A night when they managed to summon every ounce of their heart and will and beyond, and it still wasn't enough.

A night when more than a few of them fought to remember what it was like when they were young phenoms on the pond and no goalie alive could stop them.