'Sneaky' Swede Backstrom surprises Lightning with hat trick

WASHINGTON — Coach Barry Trotz on Nicklas Backstrom: "When we needed something to happen, he made it happen."



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Here came the hats, fluttering onto the ice — confetti for the soft-spoken center who, as the celebration roared, barely cracked a smile. Verizon Center pulsed Saturday night, as hard as it has at any point during this Washington Capitals season. Workers shoveled the hats into garbage bins. And near center-ice, teammates mobbed and hugged Nicklas Backstrom, for whom one muted fist pump was enough.

Coach Barry Trotz earlier this week had called Backstrom "sneaky dirty," an endearing reference both to the Swede's proclivity for physicality and his less-surprising craftiness, often used for circus feeds between legs and slipping pucks through tight windows. But Trotz couldn't have known his compliment would foreshadow Backstrom's star turn in Washington's 4-2 win over the Tampa Bay Lightning, when the center's first regular-season hat trick of his career came with all the craftiness Trotz found so endearing.

"He was outstanding," Trotz said. "When we needed something to happen, he made it happen today. That's what Nicky seems to do."

In boosting Washington to its second victory in five nights against the Atlantic Division leaders, Backstrom scored twice during a pivotal second period, then once more less than three minutes into the third. The first goal came when Backstrom flung a backhand across the body of a surprised Ben Bishop. The second came when he retrieved a puck from outside the cage, brought it into the crease and jammed it through Bishop's glove. Then, early into the third period, he traded guile for power and beat the goaltender by slinging a wrist shot on the rush.

"Great feeling, I would say," Backstrom said. "Doesn't happen a lot."

Never, in fact. Yet as forward Alex Ovechkin tore along the boards to hug his longtime teammate and the hats kept raining down, the Capitals hardly could rest easy. With less than five minutes left, Lightning forward Tyler Johnson beat Braden Holtby from close range, putting the Lightning on the scoreboard.

After Bishop was pulled, Matt Carle brought Tampa Bay within one. But with a collapse at stake, forward Eric Fehr scored an empty-netter that gave the Capitals just their sixth win in 15 games at Verizon Center, leaving them free to celebrate Backstrom's big night without worry.


"I aged. I aged a lot," Trotz said of the final five minutes, before pointing to his white sideburns. "I had a little bit of black right here. It's gone."

Any frayed nerves would heal, thanks to Backstrom's offensive explosion, which followed a critical two minutes of five-on-three penalty killing and a sluggish offensive first period, when the Capitals failed to score on three power plays, all before 10 minutes had passed.

Instead, the Lightning owned the period's best scoring chance, a goal that eventually was waved off. Upon seeing the replay, Verizon Center moaned. The officials reviewed the sequence: Steven Stamkos blasted an open-net goal as Holtby, defenseman Brooks Orpik and Tampa Bay forward Ryan Callahan piled atop one another outside the crease.

Eventually, the officials ruled Callahan had interfered with Holtby and negated the score, erasing the Lightning's first shot on net. The visitors, who came in with the NHL's highest-scoring offense (3.4 goals per game), went exactly 15 minutes before putting a puck onto Holtby.

Before long, though, Holtby's workload increased, creating a goaltending battle reminiscent of Tuesday night, when he bested Bishop in a 5-3 decision, Washington's third straight at the time. Less than seven minutes into Saturday's second period, Capitals defenseman Mike Green hooked Nikita Kucherov on the rush and, on the ensuing scrum, Ovechkin was docked for rushing, so Tampa Bay received those two minutes of five-on-three.

The stage was ceded to Holtby. Just outside the blue paint, Callahan poked his stick between Orpik's legs and flicked the puck toward the net. But Holtby twisted his torso and, perched off balance on his toes, hooked his stick around the goal line, corralling the puck before it crossed.


Verizon Center thundered. Chants of "Holt-by!, Holt-by!" grew even louder when Green and Ovechkin were released from the box. Soon, Backstrom corralled a rebound, pivoted toward the net and backhanded his first goal of the night.

Two more goals and the shower of hats were still to come, capping a career night Backstrom never saw coming but one he now would rejoice over in typical deadpan fashion.