This is an image of Martin Erat, a professional hockey player, after scoring a “goal.”
Capitals pariah Martin Erat was shipped out of town– at his request– at the trade deadline. Disappointing everyone with his performance in Washington since the Filip Forsberg trade in April of 2013, Erat never really found a spot in the Caps lineup. (Or maybe he just got limited ice time, weaker linemates, and a rigid coach who didn’t exploit his talents, but that’s neither here nor there.)
Erat scored just one goal in 2013-14 as a Capital– an empty netter right before the Olympic break. If you count own goals, make it two. Oof.
So what did we think would happen once he got out of town? Of course he would score. Of. Freaking. Course. That’s just freaking priceless.
With the game tied at two in the third period and the Bolts going for a line change, Erat went on the forecheck. He pounced on Victor Hedman before tucking the puck behind Ben Bishop.
The Coyotes went on to win in the shootout.
There goes Marty Erat. The lone wolf. The man without a country. He didn’t land in Washington, D.C. Washington, D.C. landed on him.