BUT everything changed early in the second period. It had started as the first had ended - classic ho hum.  But there was a moment, a single moment, that sparked a very different experience for everybody under that roof. It would require other ingredients to become epic but it surely needed that spark to get the process going. The catalyst was a piece of happenstance, a fluke really. One of the very large Black Hawk players tripped on his own stick, lost control, and accidently wound up ploughing into “Duck” - driving him into the boards. He dropped as the proverbial stone and lay on the ice, not moving - a confused posse of players and refs around him, wondering, what had just happened? A skinny manager in a Jets toque slid across the ice on his Hush Puppies to see if the Duck was still alive.