Grzegorz isn't the type to actively try for the spectacular save. San Franscisco sports radio has nicknamed him "the most boring goalie ever to play", and he wears that nickname with pride. His job is to stop the puck. He doesn't play the puck, pass it, shoot it, or contribute to his team's breakouts or offense in any direct way. He stops the puck. He smothers it like he's trying to murder it with a pillow. That's all he does and that's all he'll ever do. When the playoffs come, the only way he wants to wow the fans with his personal performance is by holding the opposing team's score at zero. The pressure in the payoffs is higher, but the way he deals with it is the same way he deals with it every night: get in the zone and stay there. Let the world fade. There is only Gzegorz and the puck, and that puck is not getting past him. When the final horn sounds, he can come up from the unreality he's submerged himself in and see what the scoreboard looks like. If it's zero, he did his job. If it's not, there was room for improvement. On to the next game.