Watching him at work, in the days leading up to the landing, I was reminded of Henry Fonda in one of his early Westerns: squinting at the horizon and chewing over his options while the townsfolk galloped off in a dozen different directions.

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The Penguins took advantage of a poor Islanders' line change and galloped away on a two-on-one break, with Evgeni Malkin polishing off the rush by whipping a wrist shot past Nabokov at 7:17 of the second period.

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