Kinda funny that the tired team would sleepwalk through the first two periods and then turn it on in the third. Usually it goes the other way.
Just another day at the office for Roberto (Rhymes with "Bet against him and you lose your shirt-o") Luongo. His stops with traffic in front of him (and draped over him . . .) were pretty damned breathtaking in the third.
Modo vincis, modo vinceris.