Justin Schultz lowered his bum shoulder, leveled his blade into the puck, and let loose. He couldn't have known in that moment that the Stanley Cup Final was about to change course.
But he sure did with the next sound he heard.
No, wait, not the very next sound. Because that, apparently, was some other, more immediate result of this play:
"Honestly," No. 4 would tell me, "I heard the puck hit the net."
Huh? The net? From center point?
"Yeah, the bottom padding. The puck kind of makes a thud sound when it hits there."
Wow, OK, Superman. But I'm talking about what followed that relative silence. I'm talking about that concourse-shaking, triple-digit-decibel sound once everyone inside PPG Paints Arena processed what had just occurred.