
At the end of last night's playoff game between Washington and Philadelphia, it was easy for one to get lost in the excitement. After a five-year absence from the Stanley Cup Playoffs, the locals were getting their playoff sea legs back with a vengeance, raising the decibel level inside Verizon Center to a place it hadn't been since the magical ride to the Stanley Cup Finals in 1998.
And as the locals screamed in response to a third period comeback keyed by young stars Mike Green and Alex Ovechkin, you might be forgiven for overlooking the workmanlike performance of
Matt Bradley. But if you did, it would be a mistake.
If you take a look at his numbers during the regular season, there doesn't seem a lot to be impressed with -- just seven goals and 11 assists. But hockey is a game where numbers can deceive almost as often as they clarify, and such is the case with Bradley, a player whose speed, energy and willingness to attack on the forecheck have proven to be invaluable.
Bradley's willingness to sacrifice for his teammates doesn't end there. Interestingly enough, on a team where Donald Brashear's fists get all of the headlines, Bradley wound up dropping his gloves almost as often this season, ringing up
10 fighting majors to
Brashear's 12. The one incident that sent my respect level for Bradley through the roof came on March 8, when the Caps and Bruins played a return engagement after Washington had leveled the Bruins at home, 10-2, only a few days before.
Wanting to set the tone early, Boston rookie Milan Lucic, all 6'4" and 220 pounds, decided to take his rage out on Bradley, only 6'2" and 200 pounds. Though hockey's unwritten code would have demanded that a heavyweight like Lucic fight Brashear and not Bradley, the Washington winger hung in there and never turtled.